poetry – Page 40 – Poétique

Trickery

You didn’t know she would be so clever
So innocently you are watering the flowers
The garden is your wishful thinking
And then behind your back she
Makes moves to ruin your life for you
You still befriend her and send her things
That she absolutely does not want
But you continue and you never know
That all along she was conniving behind
You and she was planning your demise
Revenge against what you took away
Yes even tarnishing her wishes
She was plotting to kill your happiness
Because for you to experience joy
Made her feel like she was dying
I was only the one she used to see
Her plan through and I didn’t even
Know that her animosity was so strong
That it could cut up also the slightest
Most innocent part of me but
She made it easy to dice because our
Traumas were the same and the history
Was to blame for everything you did
To me you did also to her and it
Made it too perfect to run the blade into
A cavity that was waiting to be
Leveled out like a massacre for love
That was lost on her front porch
Where you left all those memories
In some hot sudoric town in Florida

Feign

Darling, dance like a dragonfly
     Even when narcolepsy sets in;
Fireflies will keep us awake,
     Watch me get lighthearted.

Moonlight over some pretty blue grass,—
Or the way the clouds hang like coral cauliflowers
In the sky when I see the world through different eyes,
     Notice how the praying mantises have so little to complain about outside?

Of the people who live there, I realize- the forest leaves will turn around,
     There is a new rule that you are breaking but you didn’t know existed!
Trees might yearn to find a carpet of herbage to magically fly away on.

Venting

Clamorously to the Gods
When the flames are licking at your feet
You try to get away from the burns
Some times they touch you
And it hurts all up your backside
And you have the marks and the
Healing to do but if you can
Get out of the fire there is no
Need to dwell there venting deeply
As strong as the wind
Your tongue comes out lashing
Around like the fire that burned you
Even if you stay consistent
And you pulsate so exactly to the T
You can still be unnoticeable
You can still be incomplete
How can we be resistant to it
Even in solitude although
You have been told you have
Everything you need
You are learning how to inherit yourself
How much power are we throwing away
Giving up when we release our emotions
To others even screaming silently
And how much power are we
Gaining back in ourselves when we
Let go of the pooling sediment
That weighs like rocks in the gut
All sewn up and dragging around
When the combustible flames of
Untamed whips and chains come calling
To smack you down and around
We find a way to put the ashes out
Walking like a burning bright red ember
To appease the sickening that
Comes after as you process the pain
Of melting internally and you feel
Your heart aching and your bones
Cracking and breaking down you
Stamp out the disdain with your langue
Hot like the fires of underworld
Trying not to taste the soup of conversation
Before it can burn holes in you
You breathe before an altar of trees
Venting to the Gods on your knees

Blue Snake

Blue snake you are sweet
You are like my dog I carry you
With me everywhere you are
Not dangerous although people
Fear you I warn them that it is ok
With a smile you search around to
Investigate from my pocket and my
Hand still trying to stretch away from
Me your neck gets smaller and smaller
Thinner and thinner but I don’t want
You to leave back into my pocket
You go and then I search around
And you are detached you have
Become a blue rope and twine
Where is my pet! Where is my snake!
Now you are red and not so long
Squirming a bit around like a bent stick
Of dynamite but still soft finding now
Who you are figuring out what you’ve
Become and I carry you away
And I carry you home to continue to play
And I am out in the field with a peachy
White colored dog who is happy to fetch
I am hitting the eaten up tennis balls
Now some of them only rubber
Throw them into the air for you to
Catch and the timing is everything
As I toss them up and bat them out
And the day is warm and the sun
Is bright and the lawn is luxuriously green
And the two men on the grass sitting
In chairs aside from me in sunglasses say
You’ll probably hit your target
If you just swing

What do you mean? Blindly I swing

Grandiflora

With a grandiloquent tongue
The boy could not tell a tale
Not even one could go unspun
Without the flowery need to
Spin the words forth hence
Were always chiming out
With eloquence for even in
A wake of abrogating tide
His inner workings pushed
A gale of winds with currents
Positive and wide and so the
Outbursts became inbursts
To protect the shiny smiles
And his sense to make the best
Was what he wore to yield the
Wilds but still with all the
Gorgeous things that could be said
There rested stories left unshared
Inside his head and thus he
Needed safe passages and places
To commune and let the words
With ease flow out to not implode
Find a place wherein the sagas
Could be shared that he did hold
So unsaid words were trickling out
Unexpectedly he found them
Eventually creeping and seeping
All about the tiny cracks between
His tightly fused upper and lower lips
His feelings were determined
To be heard and oozed unhinged

Aspect

Lift the load pull the weight of things
Burn the candle at both ends
It’s only been three years that I’ve
Been doing all these things in this
Routine and so the military aspect
Asks me to double triple up
I mask my serenity and take it
Too seriously it’s almost dramatic
I am a result of my own actions
I want to manage at a low key level
Ask for help when only necessary
This is my modus operandi
Self sufficiency until we break
Release the string and march again
It’s not the end until the end
Put my finger to my lips and shhhh
So many people have it worse
But our realities feel the pain
Individually their is no comparison
What is the weight of the world
If only 9, 200 milliards not so bad
So we hold our heads up high
Ask for guidance from divine
Alternate invisible energies
Send in the rescue squad to
Bite the tongue and leave behind
Old unwarranted anger upset fear
Cross the bridge to future near
No stratosphere is capable of
Every answer and no returns
The music is better with four ears
Why burden the rest with madnesses
With tears of confusion between
Proud and mortified webs of endless
Tries are the weavers of blankets
That cover and hold our heads
Alone by the path of the solo
Relentlessly in the snow

Manager

She is astringent neurotic and militant
About how she wants things done
Haphazardly calling the shots
Enforcing rules and making her rounds

I passively asked her to back off
When I told her not knowing how I
Perform by way of emails sending me
Off to do better tasks and tripling down
Makes me roll over with sickness
At night who can find peace when
This is a means for finding out

Authority never bodes well with me
You’re not good enough that you’re
Not keeping up with a new standard
That no one has walked you through
And I look up to a bright pink hue
That is glowing above me it’s
Just the sky but formally spoken
I almost wished that it was aliens
For a moment just thought it might be
Convenient living in a world with
No room for error even in the tiniest
Regard just a little breathing room?

Who can be the stickler to a
Practice they know nothing about
Parading around giving orders
To those whom you have not a clue
What their industry entails

To work it out it’s like managing mansions
When you’ve only lived in apartments
Your whole life and again the sky
Creeps in ready to assist me in
Forgetting about what the world around us
Isn’t really making an effort to
Understand and the grass looks red
In this arrangement of orange ambered
Sidewalks dressed in the remaining leaves
The frost is new and so is also tomorrow

Combat

All the things I’m in my head about
All the things I shouldn’t care about
Do the little things begin to weigh in
Because I don’t feel like I can meet
The expectations of everyone

Around me taking down me in minute
Details that bleed onto the scope
Of things and we are allowed to
Have bad days but some of them
Creep into the next morning
Thinking about the residuals of
Yesterday as we push them behind us

Eminently struggling to cling on
Does it make us stronger or weaker?
Empathically I feel the stress of
Others pulling and tugging away at my
Everything I have to block it out

Send it away like a package
I don’t want or a letter that’s been
Misdelivered to an address
That no longer exists it is the
Unhinged emotions of blatant
People around me that are
Inconsiderate in how they persist

It all compounds me into a heap
Of how do I get away from
All of this mess but it is a
Question of life that is part of
Being alive and other than
Selling everything and buying a
Ticket for a one way trip
To live remotely somewhere
This place doesn’t exist on the planet

We are vulnerable and
Unprotected as sensitives
Putting on the alligator suit again
Back to life and bumper cars
One day at a time resistance
One breath at a time to find
The joy in a reasoning to live

Clouds

Clouds across my face
Why do I feel so displaced
One minute I am on top of the world
No need to push the positivity
It’s there it’s in me and I’m
Reassured that I can accomplish
Almost anything and then a ton of bricks
The clouds roll in it’s like
I can’t get it one hundred percent right
It’s unrealistic to think that
Anyone could it happens every time
I’m tracking and then backtracking
A reason to celebrate something
Comes in to knock me down and
To remind me that there are more
Obstacles to overcome get me down
You need to clean harder NOW
You need to watch your time NOW
Be smarter you are overstepping NOW
There is no leniency for error NOW
My incompetence is evident
Because I don’t have all the facts
And I become emotional when the truth
Is new the facts have changed I’m going hard
Showing up strong and still
Find another person another
Law another rule that wants to
Say unfortunately for you
This doesn’t translate
So show up better next time
But also be prepared to find fresh air
The clouds will always roll in unexpectedly
But they cannot stand in front
Of our opportunity to keep blowing
Disconcertion from despair

All Along

Luminescent water
Reflecting colours of tomorrow
Tells the story like tea leaves
Manifests resilient decadence
At any pace without a metric
Need to arrive at any specific
Time just when it comes
So in the interim the immeasurable
Divine mechanics cohere their
Turning and we show up
As the curtain opens in
A foretelling destiny had been
Predicting all along