Geinos Äotsch

Bras De Rouges

Having to balance so many
Obligations in the brain
Takes a toll on the gut
Attempting to sustain
Astral projection strains

She looked like a goose
Standing there in her boots
They matched the feathers of her coat
And the wind was blowing
Her hair around as the line
Continued to grow
For whatever she was waiting for

Bank traffic and compassion
For inanimate things that no one
Has feelings for that’s me
Branches turning red after
All the leaves fall off
Persistently

Now it was all about patience
Enjoying the way the light
Travelled through the back window
How the cat was engaging
Speeding quickly past your feet
Loud noises that will be missed
When the house is empty
But peaceful and still

Purging everything could be the move
It was hard to hold onto everyone
Especially in a town for being so sensitive
He might have lost a bit of it and
Broke through onto the other side
Equilibrium was a gift and a curse
Standards are so individual
A loss for context is the culprit
Return to what you know
That’s the reality

Aspire to create a new hardihood
Nothing is fixed
It just feels that way

Flan

What you have to offer
Is really special
Like you, sometimes also
Brutally unaware
O how we are blatantly if the
Effect on others is
As impactful as what
An ornery child would do/be
Retaliate if their candy had been
Ripped away
Hello good-bye too soon

Shock to the system
Hits the shoulders and the chest
Then down to the knees and toes
Rug burn on the face
Instantly an immeasurable wave
Bodywork to jerk you in a state
Of whiplash left with your
Recuperating loneliness
When all he wanted was
To connect

The sound of seagulls traveling
With ears both on the beach
Now in the streets
Two very different locations
Incomparable temperatures
Similar sensations
Opposite situations
Shadows cast higher
Even at fifty-four people were
Resiliently skipping along
Capable of being childlike
That’s a wake up call
Another jolt to the system

Not at crying status yet
Parked but still running
Icy the cold had almost frozen
His right hand so the tears
Wouldn’t have been wipeable
Most likely they would freeze
On their way down his cheeks
But still not forlorn enough
To feel completely empty
Even though he had picked himself
Up off the floor for saying
Too much once on the farm
Isolation could prevent physical pain

Not having a consistent peace
Seeking comfort in the arms
Of second and third worlds
Made up families where his
Wasn’t always available
Typically running from the
Argumentative states of being

No one knew where the marks
Came from thankfully
The flan still came out pretty good
Attending school the next day
That was his assignment
It was comforting to know that
Some things were still passing

Metacall

Miserly tactics
Listening to the wind
Orange helicopters floating
In the sky like fried chicken
Two old friends on the line
Talking about how I had
Two sisters now
An old man gets into a car
That he thinks is his
And I can’t place the face of
Previous neighbors that I haven’t
Seen in a long while but
They both know me
I touched her grandchild’s
Beautiful curly hair
Mixed baby I didn’t ask
She was in a shopping cart
But I knew it was ok to
She pulled away
I found her grandma outside
Once again happy to say
Many returns of the day
Psychologically mostly spent
But before I left still not ready
To say everything was okay
And felt pushed back even by the
Forgiveness that was waiting for me
Ah, well that’s how it goes
Things get canceled
Changed and rearranged
Getting comfortable with the inevitable
Was never really his forte
I would pull myself away to help
This lost soul find his car
Rather than stand around to
Finish a conversation that was
Intended to make me feel better
We could always come back to that
Or would we in the end?
Complaisant isn’t it
I never entered the conversation
Static fuzz is all it was
Radio silence

Oats

Why is your compass spinning
Slowly pointed backwards
When I wish your arrow was
Pointed at me

We have very similar in person
Communication styles
But our texting styles are
Completely different
I am learning how to
Meet you there

Scintilla or so
A long time ago
I used to do that
Because she used to help me
I don’t know if she ever wanted to
But she did it

Zip your lip
Speak from the heart
Say it with your eyes
Free from demise
Or me; More of what you
Might regret

Something about sewing
Maybe we could thread them?

The stress was inevitable
As was the opalesque sky
On frosty mornings in particular
Tiny planes look like traveling stars
Maybe there was a reason to
Shave the back of your neck
To commiserate with the moon

The silhouettes of the leafless trees
Abandoned his loneliness for
Singular mornings although
Artistry to soul excavation
Was more fruitful
So too were implications
Of hearthstone memories

Oatmeal and laughter crowded out
Yelling and screaming which
Inadvertently had been the reason
For keeping a safe distance
From her whip like tongue

If it weren’t for all the lashings
We might still be sharing porridge
On cold mornings like this one

Time is funny

Bassinet

Never forget what it took you
To get where you are today
He heard the crow say

Why did it feel like stealing moments?
Two thoughts in a basket
Exemplified as two
Newborn babies that weren’t
Predicted to make it
He rose in the morning to find
That there was still life in them yet

As he warmed them up
Bringing each of them back to life
He saw the differences in both eyes brighter
He envisioned a life for each thought

There were of course plots and
Many ploys on the outside to
Destroy their potentials but still
He managed to give them hope

Breathing it in
Warming them up

Even as winter settled in
And death dreamed curiously
Of taking yet another he continued
To feed and nurture his thoughts
Both again now like small
Children that would one day
Need bank accounts and
Someone to look after them

All of this moving along
Like smoke drifting in the air
From warm chimneys on cold
Mornings cheating the end
It was a kind of burglary
To grab on to something
That needed to be wanted
If it were to continue to exist

And if he did it without any hesitation
No opposition could refrain
Any one ability to embrace
Even thoughts and moments
That felt like they belonged
With and to no one

A robbery for the unwanted
Or brief considerations no one
Would remember to appreciate
Were safe to survive
Like an infant in his arms

Safe in the shelter of his keep

Plastique

The stars were out
The sky was pitch navy
An inexcusably audible voice
Came through me to
Make a wish when I realized
Plastic flowers never die

All backed up against the wall
Akimbo in the corner hot lights
Burning at the back of my neck
Sweat but not enough to quit

I made a wish to be like
Plastic flowers last night
I could be my own Brahma
Create myself in the form of an
Inflammable anima
Psyche made of steel
Look pretty all the time
Never withering to feel

Eternal and majestic
Like the fantasy in a fairytale
Where dragons and warlocks
Are just a part of the background
No need to achieve more
Because the summit has been reached
Frozen in color timeless shade
Hanging or basking in the
Inability to fade is remarkable

No reaction to actions friends
Have haplessly made
Nothing is ever personal it’s just
A part of the story that the world
With two moons has accepted
As fate in the triumph of
Letting go of the blood
If commitment like chlorophyll
Runs through the stems and the veins

I made a wish last night

Hiding

So what if we’re hiding beneath the sheets
I lost my zeal, maybe it’s back at the
Restaurant we were rendezvousing
Who knew, I’m still at the altar with you
My forehead on the ground
I don’t ever want to leave

Plowing through giving up to
What’s not for me is not for you
Then we say what we say
Free spirit but I cannot
If the ramp is closed
Stops signs are red
Salivating is dead

What’s up what’s down
Do you have eyes that work?
Talk less breathe more
When it gets slow
Open it

Can you hear our laughter
From across the courtyard?
When the sun goes under at four
Will you find more time to
Say what you mean and come clean
Most people don’t speak what they feel
I get why it’s hard to peel back the
Layers to display it vulnerably

Sometimes we say goodbye
But we have no choice if we said hello

Inevitably there are
A lot of leaves on the tree
Any one could drop

Peach clouds and whipped cream
It takes awhile to melt
But a slow burn feels good

Mechanics

He was more than just a piston
Brain control seeping in trying to
Creep into his mind what’s the reward
To be eighty years old and prove
“I too can be a hard nose!”
(He exclaimed)
Whoopee.

Life is so condensed fitting
Our parts into smaller and smaller
Shapes and sizes to accommodate
Our lives into finite dimensions we
Float away and around
What brings us back on track?

In the order of all belongings
Tallying before we lay
Beneath the red marbled stone
That reminds everyone who we were
Do they drink tea in our absence?

What is it to be nineteen again
Learning the world before we knew
Anything grasping at love like
We were running out of air
And knowing almost nothing
Except for how to get from
Here to there
Oh and…
How to make out with a pear
I remember having no clue about
How to pick one out the Bosc is
A true delight in which one should
Have a romantic affair
Lips curled around
Delicious juices filling his mouth

But that was college and now
The ground is thirsty again for
Knowledge and experience
Getting out….

He was doing the work to remember
A recompense for painting instead of work

Raised in a jerkwater town
Moving away was like holding ground
In a place where culture was hidden
Until he lifted the lid one thousand
Four hundred and ninety-two miles away

And the incense was different
The smell of the future unlimited to his
Slippery imagination

A train car is running only a foot away
What’s under the hood?

Autrement

Unfortunate rainstorm
Forced us inside for the night
Summer stars were holding onto
Us even in cold winter
Tired of pushing the sled uphill
Treading water upstream
Feeding the endless fish
Deep in the ocean throw me
A lifesaver quick overestimating

Man is there something in my eye?
The world is changing and everyone
Seems a little bit crazy
It used to be you got your drugs
On the street but now you just
Go to the doctors office
Whatever you need under
A different name
That makes it legal

Blindsided by friends that seem well
And suddenly you can’t tell
What’s up from down
He was taught to keep his mouth shut
To observe and hold his tongue
To know the difference between
Right and wrong and to
Mind his manners
Take the trash out
Make the bed

These basic steps kept
His shoulders back and
Firmly placed his head
Neck strong no doubt
Hurt feelings in and out but
Man can I say it again,
Is there something in my eye?

The world is changing and everyone
Seems a little bit crazy
I’m looking around to find
The people who are like warriors
From a time before but even
Those folks appear to be
On their way out
Almost saddened that
This is what they’ve left us with

It’s not your fault

Miracles

Can you reassure my mind
That it didn’t mean broken pieces
Of flint and petals in the wind

Miracles sing:
A window opened up
The breath of life cries
Over a hill to travel;
in a moment that will
Quickly be forgotten
Living with him, dying inside

A flute sings up
From downstairs travels
Into his ears and turns
Downward the heads of
Tiny blue flowers in the
Harmless garden
with jumping conclusions

Miracles song:
Many footsteps I have walked
Sun flares danced to
Flicker close to my fingers
Each digit
Hungry to feel powerful
But the energy is drained
Green eyes filled with tears

Chilling echoes
Everywhere reverberating,
Is there a prayer that could
Safely encircle us in protection?
His intelligence was flying away,
Pigeons were scattering
Screaming out loud
More than one day of peace

Then on his knees
Please he pleads
Must I lay prey to
Imprudent circumspection
No father to call to be had
No mother to pet his head

A miracle song
Is hiding under a blanket
Somewhere in the back room
Passing by the mirror in the
Vestibule to look one last time
He writes a fast note
On a piece of yellow paper
“Osmosis is my safety net.”

Diffusing carbon skin
What question could be asked?
All the walls were rattling
Inside crawling with spiders
Words on their backs,
It’s not your fault
You didn’t design life
While creating yours
Connect it to ours…

Meaningful to meaningless
Hand in hand
Instead of the same kind
Two fish swim away
I plant a heart on a rock
No more solving mysteries
Broken candles
Lights no one’s pathway