poetry – Page 64 – Poétique

Trapped

Slovenly dripping
From the lips and the chin
A messy grotesquely
Wet slippery skin
Sickeningly unquenchable
Stew bubbling over
With an appetite for you
Death the red the red
We drink til we’re dead
À votre santé
Wine and bones
Twisted like vines
Death the red the red
We drink til we’re dead
A throne of grapes
A thorn path led
To be broken undone
Unwoven and reborn
A scent of yesterday
Knit tightly in your sweater
Lingers on the dining
Room table what a fable
Fee-fi-fo-fum
I smell the blood
Of an Englishman
A fairytale delivered
By a pigeon in a letter
Carved my future into
My forehead in the
Shape of a tree
And the leaves fell
Down around my feet
Where you picked me up
And rescued me
Reduced my fear
Stripped my pain
Extracted all anxiety
Trinquer à clink eh?
Fancy a wink nay?
Fee-fi-fo-fum
Death the red the red
So said the bells
Ringing ting-a-ling-ling
We drink until we’re dead

Well

Better than fair, less than good
Biking at night without a light;
A haunting truth suspended;
It is a willingness to escape you
Wrapped up in the innocence of finally knowing it.

To care for is to participate, when you are engaged,
With my heart, with my silence, with my words,
I stand before you bleeding thoughts
Out on the floor, though they fall silent.

My heartbeat full of rage,
Towards your diabolical sneers

Around you I am not who I am truly
You admonish my sweetest charms,
Upon my back a belly of hate streams
Like a prism into the open air
I race to abandon myself from your selfish squinting glares

To listen to love, is to hear something traveling far behind you
Your suffocating surroundings
Are noisy like the shackles
of your lying breath.

With my heart on my sleeve I zap you
With light to outweigh your darkness
Until the breeze of the multiverse
Blows your house of selfishness
Down to Hades

Love is a tool, to be near
Fake people can use it as well

Paradoxically grossed out by your nature
My skin crawls away to become salt
On a beach that will satisfy
The appetite of the dugong
I sacrifice the same death to feed love—
To escape you in a sea of hope

A green hunger, like a carnivorous plant
Chomping away you stand before the rest
A class of your own a mouth full of teeth
Sharp fork bladed tongue to dismiss me

Publicly you feel luxurious
Yet you fortify me, make me whole
With your embittered commands

To truly love I take the risk to turn
The volume of my heartbeat up
Aficionado of sagacity I crawl on top
Of the boulder that crushes your
Provocative insult to truth
By way of extinguishing those around you
The finish line, the last bite, a fight for the light; I am not your crime

Touching

So many moments palmy
Wrapped up like honey
Sticky and holding tightly
To the echt delicious notion
We will find ourselves
Munificently dangling
From the edge of our
Commingled existence again
Was it just the possibility
That I could find you
Unequivocally on the other
Side of all that smoke
Running faster towards
You before your heart
Gave way to the attack
Of our love like a medical
Condition the leftovers
From our legacy will be
Defined by our passion
And not by the inability
To keep going on
Holding strong to one
Another same as the glue that
Holds the water to the earth
Perhaps the gravity of
Our love was an experiment
In life and death
An experiment in memories
That live on even without
Our continued participation
Frozen in time worn and
Damaged suspension
Components of eternal love
So many moments palmy
Swarming around the comb
Of our honey with our
Backs against the beach
Tears streaming down our faces
Just as the stars reach out
To one another without
Ever really touching

Tutsi

He died crying
How unusually sad
A war on his tribe
Nothing left of his mother
All that cared for him
Sister and brother vanished
Beneath the blade
What a beautiful face
With what grace do
We come into this world
Only to leave at the
Disgrace of the hands
Of evil when the arms
Of love were just cradling
Us now gone to the grave
Open air nothing spared
Innocence slain
For no benefit
For no joy
No further happiness
To grow from the smile
That was taken from
His face alone when
He died crying

Tour À Tour

Groans of pain
Days of light
Life gets easier
Wins the fight
Breathes in relief
Takes one
For the team
Aches of grey
Tears like rain
Trespassing on
My hearts terrain
Destiny is only
One more step
Away from jilting
Us into our
Greatest fate

Panjandrum

I don’t need to be the smartest
Person in the room nor do I
Look to be the prettiest flower
Rancorous lines persist like a
Churlish fence around the heart
Emulated are the forty plus count petals
Palliative in nature heavy their fragrance
Heals the symptoms without actually
Dealing with the cause or the conditions
A heterophemy really just like writing
Down the words that have absolutely
Nothing to do with the story an entire
Novel filled with tenebrous thoughts
Even the outside cover embellishes
Remarkable disdain what’s left to fein
Lionize the unworthy punish the good
Under the rug what a grok if only to be
Handed to the nepotists with fervid
Eloquence coaxing out the cobras
Unwillingly defanged they took my
Voice and made a song out of
Dead roses but it was prettier than
When it was muffled under water

Hello

It’s not your fault I didn’t
Turn out the way
That you had hoped
You gave birth to me
Sometimes that’s just
The way the story goes
You don’t have to
Want to be close to me
You don’t have to want
To own any part of me
There doesn’t have to
Be any kind of us
All the parts of me
That are insouciantly
Annoying you can fade
All the parts of me
You wished were
Different in some way
Can go away
My soul cries only
Because we also
Share the same skin
The same skin although
We are of broken kin
The same bones although
We are of broken home
The same blood although
We are of broken love
It’s not your fault I didn’t
Turn out the way
That you had hoped
You planted your seed
In a soil that bleeds
Of radiant love
I am at home in myself
Although I have
No home to speak of

Lull

Closely related finches
On a grandeur scale
Of measure
Separate
We are not so
Willing but
If then swilling
We are finches
With a central
Focus from and in
Our best nests
Made of hair
Fur and leaves
Used for twisting
Measuring the
Flavor of our spirits
Singing we
Color a contract
Crayons of truth
Beaks crossbills
In outflow
A likeness
A prelude
And a dance
To intervening
The art of
Teaching
Learning there is
No fear of reaching
Rich and varied
Horizons
Ready to fly
Triangular
Very quiet
We are finches
In the sky

Bones

An encounter with a monster
And that’s how your life goes
All life was exhausted
All power is exhausted
Would you like…
Shoot me in the back of the head
Because I’m annoying
Would you like…
End my life because I’m boring
I must deserve to be destroyed
To you
I deserve better
I’m not an expert on what’s best
Great realization better than this
I need it to be well today
Who am I
It’s okay to be
Who we are
In a million ways
With a million stars
In your eyes I find myself
In light of my fate

Forest Bed

I have pictured your
Greatness beside me
I’ve imagined a closeness
To this
For this thirst I have asked
Life to quench all emotions
Inside me
Hit or miss the
Unpredictable kiss

If you wish for my lips
If you wish for my breath
Twice past holding out
For it all but to grasp on to this
Place your hand in
The heart of my dirt

The gardener to my love
Tending to the terrain
If you dive in to measure
The forest the grass will reveal
A moss bed for our pleasures domain

Wild twisted vines
Holding us up
If the world should try
To swallow us whole
My intentions are full
My intentions are full
To be with you is all
To be in love I would fall
With you