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i killed you once in London, already
by Derek Richards
your perfect haiku dress
i am a master of razorblades
razorblades, razorblades
thin
neat
surgical and precise
i am not a monsterand i can't help thinking
welcome to my world, darling
slice
fuck
cut
i do adore your dress
it's prettyso what are you doing in new orleans?
eating jambalaya and a side of red beans
drinking vodka-tonics
smiling like a slut
what are you doing?
i am only able to do so much, you know?so i watch
wait
razorblades, razorblades,
thin,
neat,
what are you doing?
i killed you once in London, already
you still look so prettycut
clean
i wait
.........the man beside you exits the scene
bathroom? phone-call? wife?
you're alone
i watch
waitand there you are
so beautiful
so clean
razorblades, razorblades,
it's timesorry
(originally published in Calliope Nerve)
© Richards, 2010
After performing both music and poetry around the Boston area for twenty years, Derek Richards shed his fear of rejection and began submitting his work this past August. So far his poetry has appeared in over fifty publications, including Lung, Word Riot, Cantaraville, Soundzine, The Centrifugal Eye, Opium 2.0, MediaVirus, Calliope Nerve, Right Hand Pointing, Breadcrumb Scabs, Tinfoildresses, Poets Ink, Children, Churches and Daddies, Sex and Murder and Dew on the Kudzu. He has also been told to keep his day job by Quills and Parchment. His dog, cat and two ferrets admire his attempts to be honest, direct, brilliant and lucrative. Also, he wants you to know that he has compiled over 50 fantasy sports championships. Happily engaged, he resides in Gloucester, MA, cleaning windows for a living.