Scott Laudati

by Horror Sleaze Trash on January 7, 2014

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Scott Laudati lives in Brooklyn with his boxer, Satine. visit him @ http://www.scottlaudati.com

 

Can We Live Like This?

 

it didn’t take so long

did it?

your story’s

in your

smile, those lips

once said

“i’ll

never

love again”.

 

i know

you’re a fighter, kid,

life

didn’t take

it’s time

with

you, but you’re

not so bored,

there’s still a light

in there.

sure,

you

can sway

like the

breezy

palm trees

of your hometown

but i don’t

want to

know

if you can bend …

can you break?

 

i remember

your greasy

hair from

the plane,

your legs crossed

on the white sheets,

the slow surrender

of your eyes

when you realized

i thought

you

were beautiful.

it was sudden

and eternal.

i chose you

to erase

all my sorrows.

will you?

you see

life in the raw

and that makes me

trust you.

we know

when

we

find

our own

 

i think

about what it

will be like.

the coffee.

the date.

the booze.

the bed.

the cigarette.

but

i can

leave those

for the men

that came

before.

i

want

your window,

to

watch

the breeze

through the leaves

of those palms

and wonder

if this life

actually

existed before

you got here

 



Wait For It

 

There’s not a high enough hill on earth to stand on and scream for God. I can see you. Above the trees. A long blue sky with big fleece clouds. Pointing your finger straight up, demanding first salvation, then a few dollars, and finally, just acknowledgment. But he never shows. How can that surprise you? You were never able to get us on the ground to stop laughing at you. You think God is going to turn the television down?

 

I Liked Her So I Never Should Have Talked To Her Again

 

i’ve been tricked

before

 

“i don’t usually do this”

will make a man

carry you

down the street,

carry you

in

his mind

 

flat stomach

still

after all those drinks,

your help with the bra

 

“i wish my breasts were bigger”

i don’t

no age

pink

like you were born

yesterday

 

“i like you”, you say,

“lets wait”

i leave

smiling

at cats on the sidewalk

 

a week

later

all i have

is a memory

and a cd with your songs.

i didn’t realize

you

were the

now or never

kind

 

i still carry you

hoping

you’ll

look back.

in my mind,

down the street,

i found a little bit

more

to give you

 

but time doesn’t

smile

when

you’re alone.

the only thing

left

is empty the ashtray

and

move on

to the next disappointment

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