Cherie Mort Poems

I don't know what it is about being melancholy that draws me in

Black ink on white paper, spotted with water droplets
The lonesome moon over city lights, drowning in the night sky
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Oh, my darling, darkling fey
Whom the angels so adore
Whose shadow disappears by day
By night becomes Lenore
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Mon cher
Bleu yeux
The one whose ghost invades my slumber, if only for a moment, to embrace me,
Hold me close in his arms
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I'm walking down the street when I run into you
I ask you how you are, ''And how's the missus? ''
You hesitate, almost wincing, replying, ''We, uh, actually got divorced''
I freeze
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I don't know what came over me
One nanosecond I'm fine, and then suddenly my system's on the fritz
I don't know what it is
Maybe I'm falling apart
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*this is a poem about Jack the Ripper*

She walks alone down a dark sidestreet
He watches her silently, eyes hungry for human warmth
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Speeding
100 miles per hour
Ozone crashing into my lungs like wind into sails,
Like bottles on rocks and pavement,
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Shock
My face feels frozen
Disbelief
My eyes read the four unboldened, plain words on the screen before me
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My handsome hero soldier,
A professeur by trade
A preacher of a language strange
With words and wit commands his blade
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