Theodora (Theo) Onken Poems

They called you Diablo -
Dank, dark and hissing -
Sherlock asked 'Watson'
What it was, that you were missing?
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In the cold of morn
Silence snuggles up close
Stillness refuels itself
And emptiness takes the wheel
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Oh what a cagey vagrant
Slumming yourself flawlessly
Garbage bags filled to overflow
As you pace the city streets endlessly
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The atmosphere was explosive...
While the heat just bathed our skin--
Sauna beads of sweat covered us...
As we were carried off within;
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Your face 'tis mirrored in the river-
Along its banks where moss and algae grow-
Shadows of the dark forests unfold slowly-
'Neath the lemon moon- your reflection- simply glows;
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In the blue afternoon
The ambience glitters the Sun
Splashed 'cross the Azure Sky
Lasting 'til the day is done
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Cisterns of toxins?
Sizzles the brain?
Scars in the myocardium
And pent up disdain;
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The chanteuse chased melodies-
Her voice rubbed elbows -
With a guitar with broken frets-
In-sync with the Clubs Bass-
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The lake this day- is a broken grey
With no salvation from the sky
The moon- windswept- in the Galaxy kept
A misty reminder of a day gone by;
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It was the eyes that drew me in
Slinking 'round in every direction
Dark as the deepest midnight
Shifting by self-imposed selection
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