William Verbaud

Rookie (Dec.26,1980 / Nowhere, NJ)

Duality: Life Cycle: Duality - Poem by William Verbaud

A twelve year old girl
Standing roadside shoeless
In dirty Sunday garb, draped over shoulders
Smoking a cigarette and laughing
The world moving so fast
In what?
Her tiny black dog lays in the shade of the truck
It is such a wonderful little resting bench
He pants the southern heat away
In loud, labored breaths
And she takes another drag
In loud labored breaths
It is getting cold and there is no where to go
The cab is locked
And dad is gone
Drunk off irresponsibility and bourbon
The bed is full
Of leaves and dirt
And tiny spiders that bite and cuddle in the moonlight

A nineteen year old young woman
Stands bedside in nakedness
In dirty Saturday night garb, resting on the floor
Smoking a cigarette and smiling
In a world moving not fast enough
In what?
Her dog lays in black earth
A solace place to rest
He breathes life in youthful thoughts
In long forgotten breaths
She screams for passion
In long forgotten breaths
It is snowing Philadelphia, and no one wants to go
The mind is locked
Somber words are gone
Malnourished by family and bourbon
The bed is full
Of masquerading lovers
And thoughts that linger and fester in the moonlight

A twenty two year old young lady
Standing in nothingness
In Friday’s attire, chained to her neck
Smoking a cigarette and wallowing
The world malevolently trotting
In what?
Her Siamese cat rests on the wingback
Ignoring contention away
In soft, calming breaths
She speaks to the wall
In soft calming breaths
Cool breezes blow somewhere, but no one wants to tell
The front door is open
Spattered with glass and bourbon
The bed is empty
Devoid of warmth
But morning rays cover sheets, in unwanted sunlight

A twenty two year old lady
Lays under a willow tree
And smiles…

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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