Wednesday, July 23, 2025

Radomir Vojtech Luza

Later than You Think


Roses bleeding

Cadillacs feeding on watermelon hues

Beaches needing alabaster cues


Time sowing doubt

Licking grout

Uneven bout

Rebellious lout


Please mother

Regret no rout

Soul spout

Water fount


Later than you think

Before you blink

Ice rink deeper than a sink


I love you

Need you

Like a drink

In society's smorgasbord of 

Bread and black ink




Bad Son


Before you spent your last moments, mother

Vomiting pieces of your lungs into that 

White ceramic toilet

In the bathroom

Next to the master bedroom

Of your expensive three-story home

30 miles North of Philadelphia

In exclusive Bucks County, PA

You found no friends anywhere

Not even among your husband, son and daughter

Not one director, talent agent or casting director 

Willing to give you and your once-in-a-generation classical actress' talent a break


I could have mattered more

But substance does not equal joy


Before the upchuck to end all upchucks

I wanted much but gave little


Before I could have put

You in Hospice Care

Where you desperately wanted to go

By dismantling my father's

24-hour three-nurse brigade

I should have found a spine 

An iota of interest in you

I should have located grace

Not another mirror with my face 


Before I forgot to love you

The way you loved me

And need you the way you needed me

I strayed from my faith completely

Tearing the bible in two

Blaming others for my rue

Molesting my marriage like overcooked stew


I could have been more selfless

And less egotistical like you


But in the end

I was a bad son

Because I lost track of what mattered

And chose the devil's watermelon hues

Of envy, lust and greed


I was a bad seed indeed

Who never took the lead or

Tried my soul to feed

On this Gibraltar of famine and need




Baby Boulders


Down by the river

Where the sky rips like cotton

Lie baby boulders

Heavier than trees


Skip children

All knees

Sprint teens

At different degrees


Meditating their jeans

With honest glee

Like falcons soaring

Atlas hanging like moss


Levee of lips

Under cardboard moon

Licking scarlet lagoon

Like watermelon hues

Coloring bipolar dunes

Very soon


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