I Cry (By Curiosity)

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I CRY

I cry for you

I cry for me

I cry for us.

I cry for love

I grieve

I shed rusty tin buckets of tears.

I cry

I cry

I cry.

Hear my cry!

Please, heed my cry!

I swear, my tears are pure.

I cry

I cry

I cry.

Lord, do I cry!

I weep!

I wail!

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 28 of “End of the Road”

Published by Lulu.com and Caution Tape Poetry

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Photo Art by Selena Howard

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Promises Broken (By Curiosity)

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PROMISES BROKEN

You said that you would always love me.

Don’t you remember? By the cheesy romance

section at Barnes&Noble, you pulled me

to the side and whispered the sweet nothing.

You said that you would always be here.

Don’t you remember? You promised to be

near when my inspiration dried and I woke

to cold sweats and soaked tank tops.

You said that you would never leave me.

Don’t you remember? At Gate 142 on that

rainy day when you rushed a goodbye kiss

upon my lips, then ran to catch your flight.

You said that you would never give up.

Don’t you remember? You made me swear

to flush my colorful depression down

the toilet and fight for our love.

You said that you would never cheat on me.

Don’t you remember? But you’re probably

cuddled up with some other man right now,

manifesting into his dirtiest fantasies, I bet.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 30 of “End of the Road”

Published by Lulu.com and Caution Tape Poetry

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Photo Art by Selena Howard

Male Intuition (Repost: By Curiosity)

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MALE INTUITION

These gestures of purity are not wholesome.

I believe they accompany concealed motives.

Am I justified in my probing suspicion?

The faucet handle that dictates my tears is broken.

I cannot hold back my salty drops,

These transmitters of my growing apprehension.

See what you do to me?

See how you belittle me to such expression?

See how you give aid to my doubt?

These remarks of supposed reassurance

Do not calm my rapidly suspicious intuition.

They only chafe my distrust, Sophia!

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 14 of “End of the Road”

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Cover Art by Selena Howard

Secret Affair (By Curiosity)

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Secret Affair

A naïve man was trapped, wedged in a real pickle.

He was aware of his truest feelings.

He begged for more in his bashful glances.

He hinted for more in his hushed remarks.

Oh, he definitely wanted more!

In confessing his desires, he broke the cardinal rule:

Never show emotions!

A slap in the face…

Then the truth sank in,

and he needed an ice pack for his left cheek.

He was merely a hold-me-over munch until lunch;

a clammy 3:00 P.M. appointment on a black leather couch.

But he aspired for more.

In spite of the shocking facts,

He wanted her beside him nightly.

Holding him…

Making him feel unscathed.

The naïve man knew his strings were being pulled.

Yet her inspirational aroma was too much to decline.

Touches of amorous lure

All trouble ceased to exist

Nothing else mattered anymore.

Intimate encounters by the fireplace.

Stormy nights wrestling between satin sheets.

Little did the naïve man know, it was all a prelude.

Morning’s first light came to his dismay.

He helplessly watched as she walked out his bedroom door.

She dashed across town as fast as her curvy stems could go.

She ventured back to the comforting confines of her condo;

to another man’s arms, no doubt.

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from Page 25 of “End of the Road”

© 2012 by Charles Banks, Jr. Cover Art Design by Selena Howard