poetry – Page 70 – Poétique

Funny

Maybe I’m just not fun anymore
Isn’t that funny
One can only spend so much
To feel better about it all
Perhaps I’ve misread the
Situation
It’s not like baseball
Just so many innings
So many strikes and you’re out
It’s more like every day
Who knows how it’s gonna go
Not like you’re waiting to
Find out if it’s gonna be a duel
Misreading the moment
Hair slicked back do we draw?
It doesn’t pay not to show up
On the other hand
What are we missing
Maybe a trip to Iceland
Could be somewhere else
The magic could be
Hidden under the dust
On the coffee table somewhere
It would make it a lot easier
If the answer to all of this
Was there
Wouldn’t that be funny

Dead or Alive

Behind the broken clouds
The moon resumes a light
Deep within the woods
Underneath the sky
The underbelly coat of the wolf
Throws us out into the crosshairs
Aiming fearfully taking shots
Descending to the lake
I rest my head to think up thoughts
Of how to be clear in the moment
Not rushing out to the sea
The night birds chirping
Chatting up the frogs to sing
The dawn is cooing round
A corner where the sun
Will soon ignite along the edge
Mirrored pool at the base
Of every tree that looks upon
All the shadows that will be blankets
Resting over sticks and bones
Home to old residential thrones
Nothing is definite in this world
Where there is success
There is surely demise
And who draws the lines?
Obviously these are lies
Who says that rock is on our side
Who declares that the earth
Belongs to any of us
Dead or alive

Empty Glass

Nothing means
Anything really
It’s just all something
About nothing

What does that mean
Exactly?

Nothing
It just doesn’t add up

Former Friend

If still we lack a reason
To appreciate what’s given
The only sadness I would know
Is how not to go on living

For everything our friendship lacks
Our care says so much more
Than to let the spirit
Of an amazing connection shared
Float out beneath the door

Entrance

Did you think that I’d forget?
I cannot solve the insolation
You are the only proof
That I could not prepare my heart
For your sunny entrance
Nor could my intuition
Protect me

Get Here

Our heartbeats are contiguous
Drumming in the alchemy
Of our love as it’s floating up
I dreamt I woke up with
Your bare foot on my face
À l’envers somehow twisted
Reversed on the other end
Of the bed I’m laughing in a moment
Or two before my conscious shakes me
Awake to realize you aren’t here
I tugged at my ear maybe
To make sure it was still attached
Or just to rouse out some
Form of clarity trapped in the
Misty interim of lucid fog
While your scent still hangs
In the dark and silent air
How can your cologne still be here
Like a favorite sweatshirt
I stole from you or even begged
For you to leave for me to breathe
Would you be pleased to know
I’ve missed you this much
Even though we’ve never met
There is a rose on the window sill
That I keep swapping out
Freshly new a different hue
Until you get here

Circuitry

I am to you
As water fills and
Takes to shape
Of its container

In the excellence
Our space is shared
Stood in tall with
Magnetisms grace
There is a swallowing

A whole
A circuitry

Flutter

I felt the flutter of its death
Inside my hand
And in that moment
I felt my heart beat
Faster than it ever had

How my empty breath flooded
Space around my lungs
Like the dam that let the rush
Of things undone

Untying all the strings
That kept you coming here
I witnessed waterfalls
Past me to the clear

It was there I missed
The everything of you
Found in the wind
That blew for one
No longer two

From the shadows
Of your smile
Upon your reflection
Pools the memory
For my every
Lost affection

Humming

Subtle song
gentle waves
gorgeous muted
still tongues between us

Silence or surely they’ll find us!
hiding here
quietly in our love

Sent to smoke out the beauty

Come hold my hand
tip toe
whistling lightly
into our great escape!

By the Way

I guess we’re all guilty
Of downplaying
Our favorite
As if an ancillary moment
Is a second chance
At getting it right
When we missed it
Like the first time around
Déjà vu
I don’t want the end
To break away
Like a frayed rope
How can we prevent
Destiny if it’s already
Happening
How can we prevent
What’s going to unfold
Before it starts
I will to give it my all
Even if it is taboo
You can take it from me
I have nothing to hide
Take a bite out of the
Fantastiquement
When tongues are wagging
The truth crawls up
Nothing to reframe
Just plant the bush
And watch it bloom
No is necessary
Just paint your way
Into the next town
I’ll be there to meet you
With a pizza
If you like pizza
By the way
What do you like?