21st Century Love

A quick hello.

a subtle smile.  

Dinner,

movie,

a kiss.

Chocolate,

a necklace. . .

I love you

A ring,

a new family.

The honeymoon

A fight,

Crying from a cradle

Another,

Another:

Goodbye.

Chasing Satan

Night after night

i hunt for him,

Still he remains a mystery.

Maybe he isn't a person at all.

Maybe the night is punishing them

Killing its own women

Maybe he IS a man, But

How could a man be so cold?

Maybe it is something darker.

Satan walks the streets

One step ahead of us.

Stalking,

Slashing,

Mutilating,

The chase will never end,

Man cannot capture

what god has cast off. 








Dont forget to read the other two Jack the Ripper poems : from his beautiful victims point of view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/footsteps.html, and from Jack's own view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/fear-and-loathing-in-london.html

Fear and Loathing in London

She glides effortlessly

over the cobblestone avenue

Blond hair blowing in the fall breeze.

Her movement halts when she hears

my shoes' click-clack in the distance.

Her heart races

So does mine.

Her head spins, yet she sees nothing,

but the black.

She picks up her pace,

So do I.

Now I stand behind her.

She can feel my presence,

I can taste hers.

Hand over her mouth

silencing her fear.

My blade slices,

air escapes the gash in her throat:

A whore's last breath. 














Don't forget to read the other two Jack the Ripper poems: from the police's point of view http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/chasing-satan.html  and from the victims http://danielperrucci.blogspot.com/2013/02/footsteps.html