FINAL TEMPTATION
The night
hurled a shadow
upon his restless mind,
nurturing an urgency
to gratify desires
which curdled his blood.
Little demons
danced in his veins
while his brain throbbed
to the zealous step
of a heart pumping
out of control,
coercing him to prowl the streets
toward the darkest of alleys
where a scent of seduction
emanated in the dim light,
taking the shape
of an alluring temptress
who beckoned with a sultry finger.
His reason blistered,
he ran to ravage her
as her nails gored his shoulders
and her moans disguised
the tell tale hiss
before the delicate,
prickly nibble upon his neck.
TRANSIT STATION
People squeeze, early morn,
like an accordion awaiting breath,
without identity or outward emotion
within a hole in city bowels
where stoic silence chokes stale air
and the crowd anticipates
a serpentine monster
which exudes electrical impulse
to deliver them to dutiful destination.
A dilatory fear deepens
as the cramped throng
oscillates nervously
until the lighted eye of transport
appears within its curvaceous lair
and exudes a deafening screech
hisses, then halts to consume
willing human sacrifices without abandon.
The frenzy incites an incredible gorge
as the creature bulges
and quickly departs
to pursue an additional feast.
Michael Keshigian’s ninth poetry book, Dark Edges was recently released this September, 2014 by Flutter Press. He has been widely published in numerous national and international journals and appeared as feature writer in over a dozen publications with 5 Pushcart Prize and 2 Best Of The Net nominations. (michaelkeshigian.com)
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