In the Church of Adele
She sings of love’s suffering,
the plaintive cries of separation,
of shattered hearts,
the sad, shuffling
parting and regrets of ill-
placed dedication, of passion
soured by time, his or her
dreams crushed by love’s
brutal demise. So good
in fact, she packs great halls
and stadiums with devotees
swaying to every sound, for
all at one time or another
have fallen on that deadly
sword called emptiness.
She raises the roof on the
wings of pain, despair and
rejection, as the crowds roar.
.
In the Nail Salon
The skinny old lady with
Long shinny fake hair and
Newly colored nails sighed,
I feel like a brand-new woman.
Death shifted in the corner,
Staring me hard in the eye,
Pressing a bloody finder
Gently against dead lips.
I said nothing, too frightened
To speak. I gave her no warning.
BIO
Paul Lojeski was born and raised in Lakewood, Ohio. His poetry has appeared online and in print. He lives in Port Jefferson, NY.
