Poétique

Planetary

I have touched
On the very matter of shining rocks
Tiny clocks that tell
The time that will rewind
Melting back to the perfect chime
When your hands crowned
That hidden humble part of me
Struck one and three
Set in upon me
A gathering of echos
Untold perceptions
Singing southward
Ringing black holes
Antennae’s love
Upwards and down
Walking on pendulums
Swinging back and forth in
Sounds of tremendous peace
Splinters of wood
Built in the shape of a
Space travelling bridge
Bowing out firing like cannons
Beyond the clouds
Two planets glowing
In the sky
Returning you to me
Even the wind
Wants to admit it
Though the letters
That we wrote were all
Incinerated deep within
The ashes of our mattress
Around our ozone’s
How could our auras
Ever forget

Eye Contact

Dark coils
Walking upside down
Maybe backwards up a ladder
Twisting as if
Springs beneath our backs
Regaling memories that
Had not fallen like the
Stars without the moon
Beating out the
Bleeding night
From the start
Remembering you

Your eyes glowing
Above me in the loft
Your teeth were gleaming too
That unforgettable smile
Is the fantasy
An apparition
Of reality

There’s no erasing
The feeling of your hands
From me
There’s no retracing
Our steps
Back to imaginary lands

Eye contact
Is somehow different
With you

Afternoon Rumor

Like a cloud aspired
To countless skies
Our sincerest laughter
Which never dies
All your words are true
My ears a gift
To listen to
You

Dappled I will crawl
Past the darkest shadows
Into the morrows light
The afternoon rumor
Is to tell of your delight
I will not be absent
From this
We will not be distant
Still the evidence
Is just a whisper
And a kiss

One at a Time

The unfolding of your words
From the deepest wellspring
Giveth light to the faraway
Understanding this has
Always been paradoxical
And ever will continue

Always previously given
With an undying
Debt to attachment
Something one can’t shake
Like a feeling that takes over you
My unrelenting crush

Call to me and I will answer you
Though the downtime feels a bit
Like a straitjacket for love

About such an appeal
There is only one way to deal
The cards out between you and I

One at a time

The Attendant

From the window
Dreaming listlessly
Through a small hole
I saw a woman
Cleaning a birdcage
Her face was beautiful
Like a swallows flight
In mid air
Long hair flowing about

The aroma of cinnamon toast
Floating everywhere
My senses all too aware
Like a gypsy fortune teller

Sometimes we see things
We shouldn’t see
Shaped like a memory
We can never forget
Strange I thought
And placed my hand
On my head
To feel my temperament
I bet I could break a hundred
If character or disposition
Could be measured
You know
Sealed glass and mercury
Rising and falling
With emotional levels
Maladjusted

Window shopping
When relief seeks its way
To the top of blossoms so sweet
So natural and
Unassumingly with wonder
You wonder what I mean

Watching all the cars drive by
I think to myself
There goes another life
I wonder if that life
Would like to know about mine?

With each boring moment
Arrives another one
Ever so alluring
Like the art on the walls
That keeps changing every month

Hmm, I guess if I hadn’t known
About love I wouldn’t ponder
To think it might have forgotten me
But then again how could it
I’ve hardly been a day
Without it in fact
I can’t remember when
It wasn’t at the forefront
Of my mind

Yes, voyeurism
The look of love
The heart that’s sitting
Opposite in time
From mine
Warped by butterfly wings
On the tips
Of prosperity

Have you any sense of direction?
If you’ve half a mind
Or could even find the time
Meet me on the corner of
Fifty-Second and Charles
I’ll be waiting there with
A cameo of you
I had it made
Especially to impress
Your handsome heart

Harbor Me

To sit calmly
Await with promise
A blur of time
A melting of artistic purpose
With every brush stroke
As smooth as marble
My face resting
In the crevice of
The arm of your ship
Cradle me like twisted wood
Holding a swing
On a heartfelt goodnight

Bespeckled with
Adoration and
Perspiration
The scent of you
Is one
My nose could only
Recognize as this
Your fragrant love
That sends me into
Dizzy spells

Never lying to seduce you
Three hundred plus miles
Floating down the Garrone
Within you I am
Retranscribed before you
Like an old story
Finding its way to the shore
Of your lips after the flood
Of emotions that
Inhabited the bank
Of my once stony heart
Which was written
Only after you
Walked barefoot there
Amongst the rubble
Of my pizzazz

It is here
That I let myself go
In the canal
Of your impeding
Wash of rain

My chosen tributary
Flowing into your larger stream
Unlike any other estuary
You are a dream
My favorite channel
To turn to

Tiny White Flowers

What I need
Is seldom what I want

But if I merely listen

I too find wading through the tide pool
Of thirsty lapping waves

A revelation to the
Spirit of things

That which profoundly
Animates and illuminates
The heart of the young

Once I’m buckled into the
Unbreakable bonds of love
I will not have to ask
Will I remember you

Even if we crash

It seems the
Weeds overtook what was
The new arrival of
Ten tiny white flowers

I never would have noticed them
If what I needed was to
Lie here on my stomach

It’s what I wanted

Blind Dismay

The moon
In broad daylight
It gives a lovely light!

The madman
Is my refuge and my shield
You make it easy to delight!

All the weapons
In the world would cause no harm
If they had some sentimental charm

Sometimes I think
About the night come mid morning
The glittered darkness is restoring

Sweep the things of yesterday
Into a countless ashed array
To toss it out with thoughts gone by

And still we ask ourselves
Am I amazing?
I am amazing
Am I amazing?
I am amazing

No pressure worn for wear
Sarcastic snares

Teeter-totter back and forth
To find the gentle hover
To discover the perfect weightlessness
Svelte calm serene

With all the answers
Travelling safely stowed away
In our back pockets
Forgotten hastily

‘Tis but to blind dismay

Desire

You are the light of the world
You are a town built on a hill
You cannot be hidden
Although hide and seek
Is fun to play with you

Can we take our blindfolds off?

I think about the last hour of this day
Old friend
How I wish to rewind it
Paste your smile all over the walls
Experience it together again
In a different collage

My quick sleep tonight
Might just delete it all
Starting over tomorrow
Will it be as great as it was
Yesterday?

Will I be alone
In a strange city
Figuratively

Intervening time and place
I know I knew you from before
Like the first book
I ever read

I remember it well
The way the pages felt
The smell

Like the bitter-sweet
Shakespearian tongue
That picks the fruit
From my soul
When you speak
It could only be yours

Just as I am ferociously

Consumed in the fire
Of my desire
For you

Even If

My son
Imaginary
We tried
We wrote it down
But then
Grandma and Grandpa
Said he was never born
But I saw a picture

Good lore came down
Out of the sky
Shook me with terror

REEKER REEKEER REEKER
REEKER REEK

Heavenward
It would shiver
The skyscrapers down to
Pure nothingness as if
Typed in an old scrapbook
And then burned

My aunt had pictures in an album
Of these things
That’s when I knew that
People loved me

I see non acceptance as a result
Lit up just like a
Feeling of persecution
Someone ignoring us
Spitting at us
Hitting me in the head

Suffering is that which
Comes when we live
You know it as the truth

The only lie
Would be forgetting
That I loved you
Even if you
Never existed