The Doppelganger She

I was once seen on one’s graveyard

Strumming an old guitar with a beer in one hand

I asked, “What was I wearing?”

“A clown’s”, the woman said, “and a cross lay flat on your chest.”

On a clowny day a white-clothed cried

“I think I saw you next to the baby’s’s crib.”

“What was I wearing?" went in my head.

“A priest’s,” she said, then a puppet clung in your neck.”

On a priesty day, “You were that man!”

Said she gasping while a run.

“You hung your head, Oh belfry man!”

Then bellowed she, “Oh belfry man!”

On a gaspy day, in a purring crowd I passed

A woman lay naked on a road’s side

Pieces that woman accused me of possessing

Cross, puppet, white long garments the dead's hand clasping!

© Glenn L. Sentes

Written for Matt Caliri's Contest DOPPELGANGER

PoetrySoup.com

July 5, 2011

Then Hue Lure My Being

Fill my craving with your zesty rind

In the mist of my longing, come splashing

Ingest my inn with your piquant smiles

Will you rain like dew for my pipe is parched?

Drizzle my windows with decorative light and

Melt your pot in that multihued bend

Be my condiment in this insipid snack

But preserve your liquiscent state

No! Not in the canister

Who says this dye belongs to Freud?

After you entice my eyes and tongue.

Then citrus filled my air now back to stanza one.

Orange

For Nette Onclaud’s Color My Word

Adjudged 3rd Place (PoetrySoup)

Glenn L. Sentes

In My Nightmare I Wore A Wedding Gown

You stood there beneath the taunting man on the cross

Yet you stared at the stained floor

I was walking in the dreaded aisle unnoticed by the groom

The bouquet left no petal

For the fluttering flies took them as the bell rang

But you remained unmoved.

I was there almost

I even took the veil

But instead of taking my hand

You lit the candle

Then sprinkled water

On to the glass

Then laid a rose on my breast.