Fear (villanelle)

I did not overlook that following ghost,
Only I could see him, only my cross to bear.
To remind me of the risks coming close.

So, I gave him lodge as a makeshift host
I should not have gave him time to repair
I did not overlook that following ghost

All men have ghosts, no matter how morose
That they fall, overcome with fear and despair,
To remind me of the risks coming close.

His job is to taunt me first and foremost.
I could not let him go, I would not dare.
I did not overlook that following ghost.

A world with no specters, she bravely boast
Her scars are veiled well; my wounds are there
To remind me of the risks coming close.

I stand and watch from the reckoning post,
The city gave up their ghosts without a care
I did not overlook the following ghost
To remind me of the risks coming close.
Spaghetti (sonnet)

Sergio could not paint a better piece,
Mexican stand-offs between good and bad,
The line linking the naïve and the mad
Simply a metaphor to war and peace,
The pale Rubio and the bandito,
The passing sands shirks the two pair of eyes,
Which one draws quick and which one has to go
Th waiting of the draws more time it buys.
Our western identity came from Rome,
Our spaghetti from far eastern cooking,
Went from the theatres and into my home,
A closet fan for this comfort taking,
Walks through the Good, the Bad and the Ugly,
All three able find through dichotomies.