poetry – Page 44 – Poétique

Double-cross

Does it feel like you’re missing something
She wanted me to take all the bad
But she didn’t want to give me
All of the good it’s somewhat daunting
The amount of time it takes to
Process the truth and the impact of
Our worlds colliding also the absence
Sometimes it feels like a blessing
Other times it feels like punishment
But to couple you up in a blizzard
Where the two of you were off
Making love without any concern
For my well being suddenly
Knocks the ball out of the park
As if the almost caring enough factor
Should satisfy the depth
Of how far I was willing to go
Each day a new bubble surfaces
Like I’m coming up for air behind them
Slowly as each one pops
I learn a new thing and
Let go of an old way
Whatever this process is called
It feels like relief and imagination
Dreaming of the resurrection
Of my old self in a new body
Which is the same vessel
I experienced all of this in
Same house different lifetime

Foliole

Pink sky yellow eyes
Hazel dreams and lullabies
Fountain of youth
You can take mine
I’ve been saving it for you
Stairway to an autumn limb
Treehouse full of cedar
Wrapped randomly together
Hidden apartment of our own
Sharing head and heart space
Nowhere currently to go
Glowing returning home
To you in you with you
Envisage nose to nose
I love when my face is freezing
But my body is warm
Tight cocoon perfect room
Owl perched outside
Animaux de compagnie peut être
Who are we in this moment
Like two fallen leaves strewn
About blown together woven
Destiny could have danced
Different kinds of trees
In this world of different
Kinds of thumbprints

Deux

Do the voices inside
Eat away at you when you
Think of me like the leaves change
Do your feelings rearrange
Do you remember the first kiss
A kind of arousal in the sheets
Like the texture of the bed
Was somehow different without me in it
Did we milk it for all it was worth?
Trapped in the traffic of my mind
The chthonian spirits shake
My base root living daydreams in red
What a vision to be held
Cleaning out the shed
Playing house build the fort
To sleep in panels made out of fabric
We ask for light we want to
Live out here all night
Building the house of our dreams
Making dinner on a cardboard box
Covered in terry cloth towels
Bound to fall apart in candlelight
A simpler time no doubt

Waterblocks

Est-ce que tu ne laissez pas moi?
He says, “You’re not letting me!”
It cannot make me happy
If you are not well and ready
Dancing on glasses filled
With water gripped by your feet
Long toes almost a second
Pair of hands to balance you out
Elegant smooth and flowing
Your soul is Sumerian your skin
Is dark your words are French
As I’m following or almost standing
In your way you are perfect
By design as my eyes are entranced
By your company my heart
Is throbbing like a drum
And you must prepare for your dance
Your smile is contagious and
Mine will not break in your presence
With dark glossy midnight mauve
Hair watch it dangle over your eyes
We cannot make impact until
I am completely out of your way
And my walks are also down
How many are there
How many to account for
I find a sledgehammer in my toolbox
I can help us both get here
Si je me retire du chemin!
Get out of the way
Si je me débarrasser du blocs!
Remove the block
Will you also dance for me
Or is this mistaken love
Passion is so tricky
In the chemical world

Werthertracht

Mid-sixteenth century the walls
Are wood the shop is oak and gleaming
A cat is friendly also playful
Pulled by both of his front legs
A spitfire and true charmer
Breakfast wafts around the corner
Eggs and batter heat the warmer
Food on her face she eats a lot
A family sits to visit petticoats are
Not cheap and so perhaps worn
Are the same ones but cared for
Gracefully a time to visit a time
To laugh and get to know one another
A family setting invited are all
In this domain every color
Every face and every race
Off walks by one whom also
Nabs a hat from the coatrack
Positioned on her way out the door
Community and camaraderie
Haircuts too in the main room
Pre-Gibson girl the beginning
Coiffure of the swan shaped corsets
Way before and still not much
Money to be had or on the table
An aromatic future had no chance
For a conversation front and center
As day to day was much more
Likely a common adventure
Nothing wasted nothing spent
On nothing but to show
A daily doing has been done while
An occasional stranger wanders
In at dusk to rise again before the sun

Froth

The faster we float away
From one another the kowtower
Crumbles into the cracks
Of a deserted earth that has
Seen nothing of water or grass
In what would become 600 B.C.
Theirs was a past life pavilion
Special fruits and flowers
Only appeared in delicate
Quantities but like everything
Fragile they too broke intolerably
Before the second rising of
A double headed moon that was
Eager to become its own identity
The villagers were unaware
That anything had changed and
Sleep contoured the sky as
Their breaths were confirmed into
A night full of comets scouring madly
As though they knew they would
One day become the bloodline
To fireworks and the birthstone
Of a dimmer time when it was
Necessary to light up the celestial
Heavens as the sun could only
Boil for so long but never did
Restful nature plan for the future
Of its distant existence to ponder
A once past because the curls were
Made of silk and the lips were
Of lust licking passion from
Other worldly souls whose winged
Creature-like existence was
Something like riding narwhals
No one had a console to turn off
Writing was on each other’s backs
The taste of skin was like
Biting into a peach plucked
Perfectly from the tree of life
Sensual bliss and salty reality
A divine breath of being
Sailing in opposite directions

Vines

It’s like one of your lives going away
We take a hit and there is Zelda
No getting it back that part is over
Oblivion to a proper transparency
Desperate as hungry hyenas
Yet it is written on the leaf
Underneath where the light shines
Through pinholes the stars bathe
In the absence of all eternity
Even for extraterrestrial beings
Who hide in our peripherals
It’s a different kind of work
When we close our eyes
Are you afraid to wake up
Massalia calls to the abandoned
La ville de Béziers asks to be
Unforgettable too the stoney
Bridges are like archways
Traveling through the minds
Of our ancestors into us
The dog barks and my thirst
Is unquenchable although
There are gallons of water to
Appease the yen pines for
Something even more to get
Closer to the folklore of the
Ultimate pinpoint if to dagger
It out and make one last attempt
To touch the base sink the target
Sending out an SOS

Construction

Once you have been hit
You no longer know what
It is like not to protect yourself
Once you have taken a bottle
You never know what
It is like not to be drunk
Is it better to know
Or to live a life of unknowing?
Let’s play a game of I’d rather
Then we can truly find out
A place where we can
Hear our own thoughts
It’s unlikely that I would
Operate a crane but if I
Measured the wind speed
And the weight capacity of
My emotions I think the memories
Would all collapse
Is there a priest in the room
That could offer a holy moment
A friend to lock eyes with
I have a feeling if the water
Was dark enough to cover up
The guilt of mistaken plots almost
Everyone would agree to
Keep it a secret
Is there any reason to believe
That loving a different way will
Bring back the beginning
So we can start over again?

Échafauder

Ill ne baba je I kept repeating
What’s wrong with your father
When everything makes you sick
You see the weakest dog in the pack
Being attacked you want to protect
Them like other dogs may want to rescue
The weakest one stays calm so
They do not hurt him and the crazy
Lady of the neighborhood should be
The one who is protecting her own
But she cannot even protect herself
From the man she has bedded down
With because he is the one who enslaves her
But her story was a great one once she
Is actually an inspiration and an angel
And her life went a different direction
So the rejected become again we too
Were also amazing and then we are
Discarded doves lain on the wayside
Even to ourselves and we must remind
Our inner guide to kick ourselves up
To get out of the sewer that rips the gold
Of life out of your gut that makes you ill
Ill ne baba je she said, very interesting
Everything makes you sick?
The woman repeated at the table
And the broken records still can play
They don’t have to be perfect
They can still make music but you want
To throw them away as your eyes lose the light
Like the light in the eyes of a child
When we are most tired exhausted spirits
We still have to fight to be good
It’s like eating fire even when you don’t
Want to feel good to remember
He’s not going to go
Do you protect the father you don’t know?
So what is your father?
How do you know if you are good
When you are a fatherless child
Moth in the water

Morning Muse

A cool morning so brisk
Walk upon my yesterday and the
Shattered expectations are like
Frosty glass over the ground
A quiet stroll in canopies dark
Keeps peaceful moments
On the brow if to believe
Having alone time is a thing
On an earth filled with so many
We have to catch a place
Where we can commune
With the stars and with the moon
Find our logic that is buried
Deep beneath the noise and
Chatter of a daily grind
The lip of the horizon
Is burning pink where the sun
Has come to consummate
Today which was tomorrow
I kissed the pillow half an hour
Before I woke and thanked you
For being here even though
You are a shadow of my dream
You smiled and held me like
A vapor betwixt in sleep and
Cradled thoughts
I’m not completely resolute
On who you are