Poem: Reusable Crinkled Paper

By: Dr. Ernest Williamson

handsinrain

inebriated moments,
with course adulteries
weighing heavily on the belligerent dandelions
given to me;
by those romping varicose hands of yours.
last winter
the flowers were melting in my palm and burning
with seditious lies,
hovering over the overarching meridian
above a twelve year old splinter in my flesh.
what drudgery falls from sweet words of aborting tries?
those attempts you’ve made to win me,
like the narcissistic diatribe of Romeo
you’ve stained my tears with lead
yet I still hold your hand
always
in the rain.

*****

Dr. Williamson has published creative work in over 550 journals. His poetry has appeared in journals such as The Oklahoma Review and Review Americana. His artwork has appeared in journals such as The Tulane Review and The Columbia Review. He is an Assistant Professor of English at Allen University and his poetry has been nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology three times.

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