Pangea

Holding onto a broken dream
Mêlée générale
Is it Mary Joseph and the baby
What is the grand divorce
What chaos for us does it
Create?

Do we separate from ourselves
When our donors drive the wedge
Bust the distance
Crack the Kintsugi again
What we hold
What we let go
Upside down goodbyes

Are we left
Longing for the unit
An unknown ending
That gives us the ability
To believe nothing will work out
In the end so we
Abandon all our ships
Before they reach the shore

Conversation with a dog
Is more trustworthy
Companionship with
A bird is reliable
Even a cat who loves you
Half the time is
Sure to stay
And love you more

Left over bits
Targets for emptiness
And discrepancies
What is this

A search for
Reconnection to
A single super continent
Three becomes one
On their own

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When you find your place
It’s like hope is accepted
Inside of you the machine
Is finally running smoothly
Closer to the equivalent
Of being found
Further from lost
And the dogs that
Are intimidating you
Are playful and welcome
You’re at ground level
Closer to lions and the
Cubs are your companions
And you feel safe in their
Keep and affection
For the unsettled feeling
That comprises your surety
Is the comfort that makes
You feel protected and replete
It is the natch of your
Existence to find a way
To embrace what is truly
There for you to embrace
Like a second part of you
That understands how you feel
More than just the flesh of
Another but an untouchable ether
Existence that can hear and
Receive you in a way that
Affirms your greatness
Defines your worthiness
Completes your whole

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Silhouettes

Love is beneath you
You are above most if not all
Meritorious accolades
As we sweep the ground
Beneath your feet with
An essence of no longer
Left affliction but the passion
Of rose beds made love on
Beneath moonlight and sun
I can see through the glass
Just enough to make keep
Of our memories in
Water droplets and steam
Like incense floating
Above our heads in a
Stream of consciousness
No bandwidth is beholden
To abound the intimacy found
Cradled in your arms
Where the driest river floors
Have once again felt life
Rushing through them
After the first year of no rain
Quench again my drought
Soothe the melancholy heart
Make distant pain
In blue light

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Pyre

Impossible to forget
But hard to remember
Fire and beast transfixed
Boots covered in mud
Winter heart blistering
Hair rising at the back
Of your neck and wood
Climbing across the creek

Shadows will not protect you
Forest cover will not protect you
We cannot protect you
And still the bursting chest
Rib cage will hold it in
Yet only for so long

Which doors will open
How faint the call
Which carriage shall bother
With a road so unloved
The throat is calm

Wings and waves
Wings and waves

Our compassion is boiling
Like water in a tea kettle
Balled up papers of the
Best poetry ever written
Brimming from a wastebasket

Blue eyes reflecting back
In a mirror of your smile
Dust at my back patted out
In our embrace and a cool
Draft beneath our feet

How close yet have we come
One can dream to get so near
And yet achieve it in the embrace
About your bones unpausing
Holding out for wished upon
Delicious comfort

It was in your arms
Or a figment if my imagination exists
It was in your arms
Or a desperate theory
It was in your arms
Beneath the lamp

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Glassy

Arctic circle
It’s cold up here where
Feelings are forgotten
I was choosing something
I wanted to wear
And joining a party
Of many people celebrating
A new home for a family
On my way I met up
With a group of singers
One was asking someone
To practice some unusual
Vocal techniques and when
They gave up I asked if I could try
My first shot at this was not
Refined; not good enough
But the next one was divine
I was doing things with
My vocal chords I
Didn’t know I was capable of
I was invited back and
Stepped out into a party
That was happening outside
Where people recognized me
But I didn’t know them
One girl took my keys and
Tried to open her car door
Full well knowing she wouldn’t
Achieve getting it open
I let her try
But then many different sets of keys
That were not mine we’re coming
Back at me and in my frustration
I was losing time
But a small boy
Something like an angel
Kissed her forehead and said
You’ll probably be here for a long time?
Posed as a question I realized
My consideration was vacant
He was right let’s be patient
And then a truck pulled up to
Make her keys so she could
Get inside and it was time
To exit to go to the party
That we’d been waiting for
Where hundreds of people
We’re planning to show and
I knew no one but the host
And found her graciously
Upstairs I was helping organize
Her tapes from old videos and
Classes that she taught
Trying to make sense of
All the titles and the orders
That they went
Time to go again
With smiles exchanged I stopped
In the living room to take it in
Many glass figurines
Some were life size
Highlighted in red shadows and dancing
As I left I pushed through
The crowd now growing bigger
To celebrate this moment
With this incredible woman
I barely knew
Still it felt warm in what began
As an arctic circle with
Glass figurines

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Bells

Maybe money
Is more important to you
Maybe respect
Means nothing for you
Maybe the whole world
Revolves around you
Like the sun

Trust is delicate
With people that have been
Broken into
You made a choice
That was for you
That was for YOU!

I can be here to support that
But not as a friend really
If I have to be a companion
To myself

The choice you made
Erased the trust
That I had for you
When you said you wouldn’t do
What you did finally do

Poor communication
Negative approach
Springing it on me
Even in winter

And so we keep the
Peace, peace, peace
I will show up for
You, you, you
But as a friend
It will feel so contrary
So opposite and empty
For what you looked past
In me feels lost

I love to see a bird walking
Instead of flying across the street
Choices were made

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Shilly Shally

If it wasn’t this
It would be something else
My condolences
For all the things
He should’ve said
Or wanted to
But didn’t still
If it wasn’t this
It would be something else
Maybe boys
Don’t always grow up
To be men
Maybe love is just
A thing we feel
When people are gone
If it wasn’t this
It would be something else
And the rest of us
Watch the sun go down
On our favorite shoes
And the pictures on the walls
That tell the story too
Hard to tell
Let the future tell it
For us cause
If it wasn’t this
It would be something else
And that’s all there
Is to it

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Digits

In my experience some
People can do better
When they don’t get along
You focus on you
l focus on me
Bloody tears

Have a cry out at the park
Solemnly

This is the heart of my defense
Blank slate
Broken chalkboard
Gun powder on my heart
Bad television
Red eyes
Flashing lights

Spit out the bad
White smoke in
Black smoke out
Ooh ouais ooh ouais ooh
Left hand turn
Into oblivion

Remember how grandma
Used to leave the
Handwoven dishrags wet
In the ceramic kitchen sink
I would suck on them
When no one was around
Must not have been
Properly weened
Or I liked the taste of soap
That was put in my mouth too
I was so obedient
I can’t see what satisfaction
That could’ve brought her

Decisions were made
Developments crumbled
There’s no one coming
To retrieve you in the aftermath
You give your own self power

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Aerate

It doesn’t matter when people lie
If it’s their truth

What you’re experiencing
Can’t be marked only
By chance

Lies are like games
Asking again and again
When you know I’m not okay

This time it can’t be
Marked by chance
This time it can’t be
Marked by destiny
It’s just probable
Repeated assault
Will destroy you

Wanting you
To appreciate me

Empty space
Blue echoes

I’m over your hands
All the tattoos
Storytelling
Truth or lies?
I’m over your mouth
All the promises spewed
Draw me down
Fill me up with self-doubt

Heart pump sound
One eye closed

I need some oceanography
Empty gin bottle
Train tracks nearby
Hurt feelings again

The underscore
He says we can start living?
Delicate threads
Our own realities

Who will we be then?
Even if we choose to be
Alone together

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Hideaway

When one connection goes down
Another one comes up
Sort of like numbers
Or electromagnetic
Crossings

One feels horrible
One feels good
The other feels bad
Again one is good

Which way it will go
Is like a jinx
In the flow
Feel the negative move
When the choice is made
Positive crimes

B.Y.O.B. bravery
Personal reactions
Easier said than done
Try to stay alive
Table for one?

Consequence of our distractions
Is simply to stay alive
It’s only when we die
That we find ourselves
Living the cost free life

People that play with money
Pay with money
More rain than rainbows
Pots of gold
Sold to the highest bidder
That’s American soil

I’m dreaming
Of a beach in
L’archipel de Santorin

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