Articles by Rp Verlaine

Poem

Rp Verlaine has a MFA in creative writing from City College and taught in NY schools for many years. Although he no longer teaches, he continues to write and do photography in NYC. Rp's most recent poetry collection, Femme Fatales Movie Starlets & Rockers was released in 2018.

"...the music's dead pulse mirrors our smiles..."

"...the choreographed cornered escape..."

"Every mistake kissing her meant..."

"...To you I'm a gamble/gambler who warms the dice..."

"...all compliments are traps, rot of the mind..."

"...I can't leave you or stay here..."

"...handcuffed to our sins..."

"...one eye on the clock to watch numbers change..."

"...it's not just her makeup that's flawless..."

"...I dream of her spinning while I throw kisses..."

"...Second degree felony instead of terminal stupidity..."

"She just is all that magnificent..."

"...trying to remember her..."

"...I've more questions, little evidence or clues..."

"...is she whispering goodbye..."

"...all I took for granted and lost without honor..."

"...Just another thing to repair with whiskey..."

"...Her dialogues are puzzles of ennui and violation...

"...Irony of closed bars and finding myself drinking far more..."

"...In any obsession tortured doubt crawls past reason..."

"...It's a day already half over with..."

"...while men whistle their sad desperation in wounded catcalls..."

"...it always hurts to see you leave..."

"...miraculous sidesteps needing minute logic..."

"...I was sleeping when her midnight call came..."

"...in New York a pretty face is a degenerate's menu..."

"She is the fragrance of spring..."

"...refusing to talk second chances or a third time around..."

"...He wrote of jeweled staircases, flowers radiant in water..."

"...there are scant truths we own the script to..."

"No thoughts of racetracks or booze on your deathbed..."

"...a cat burglar with knives for claws..."

"...dishes in the sink without her lipstick..."

"...death getting closer than it’s been without any invitation..."

"...we were in love, I thought or I presumed..."

"...when Broadway had undimmed bright lights..."

...our sanctuary with high school barely behind us...

"...young dreamers who dared transcend time with art..."

"...leaving me a little room for doubt..."

"...when each moment weighs the next ..."