Poétique

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Crying on my knees
Another love by another name
I found someone else to
Comfort me fill in the blanks
Temporarily but still it was only
Almost the same the heart math
Is finally adding up to
What we were unable to
Formulate in the quadratic
Equation of our friendship
Mutiny is in the air
I’m not as important as
Every other girl
You turned at least two of my
Friends into your relationships
Where were your friends when
I brought you into my world
Into all of it and now you
Are having trouble showing
Up for me I guess I can
Finally see why I was
Left in a fetal position
Wrapped up on the floor
Comforting myself for hours
Begging for more attention
It’s gotten quite cringey
Hasn’t it me chomping at the bit
Wishing for all of it to be
The friendship that I dreamed of
Listening to records and
Sharing poetry every worthy
Moment unwaisted and yet
I have learned it could only be
What you were willing to let it be
And boys typically aren’t in the
Picture so I guess that
Also includes me
How did you love me?
Did you love me?
It’s a big deal

Roommate

Glass windows everywhere
You’re sitting at the table
I see you looking at me
Into my eyes directly
A bigger space you say
We’re moving to a different floor
Sharing a place with your dad
Where we are exactly
I’m not sure to be honest
You don’t want to move
I’m only interested in
The elevator to your heart
We have plenty of room
We can stay in the same building
That we are currently
A smile and a kiss
A couple of plants
A small change of address
Seems all too reasonable to me
A number on the door
Dark eyes dark brows
Dark hair and a stare
And for what we’re in store
I can see that you’re here
Feel the trust that it’s real
With a rise to appeal
I’d recognize you on the street
Most definitively
Though I’ve not met you
Except in my sleep

All Day

We could make love all day
Around the apartment
It’s quite simple really
Take a break for some toast
The cat is napping
He won’t be disturbed
The dog is happy
He’ll not be perturbed
We could make love all day
In the apartment
The rain is coming down
So perfectly whilst the light
Is creeping in and soft is the sound
Like your skin also glowing
Certainly brightens the
Room so subtly highlighting
Our bodies reflecting
The imaginary colors of the moon
As we watch the
Steam from our hearts rise
I can see the shadow of
Your outline fade into the dusk
As it crawls away
From the perfect day
We could make love
In the apartment if
You haven’t anything else
That’s keeping you at bay
I’ve a piano and wine
The food here’s divine
No rush waking up by the way
We could make love all day
In the apartment so hey
Let me know if
You haven’t any plans
Or just text me when
You’re headed this way

Monarch

Queen of abandonment
She justifies her goodbyes
Because of course it’s your fault
No one is to blame but you
Too many times cold
The pain has been beared
Stop making excuses for yourself
You could have stayed close to
Her quashing ways
It’s not her fault you chose to leave
So bereave yourself
If you can afford
To set your needs aside
She will be your best friend
Arms opened wide
All you have to do
Is meet her on her terms
It’s not so bad but you might
Feel lonely when you want
To reach out and she’s not there
Feel as if she didn’t care
So instead remember her smile
Her very long hair
Remember her laugh
Remember her eyes and
Remind yourself of
The very good times
You both happily shared
String quartet
Exit

Most

Why are you here?
Why are we here?
What if the thing
That we feel bad about
Isn’t the thing that matters
Attempting to achieve what
We have earnestly before us
Eyeing at what we are grasping for
Realizing a thing is unbending
Unnecessarily standing in
The way of ourselves because
Attachment is strange
I’m supercharging
A kind of forced forgetting
Clarity in the moment
Burn the forgettable past
In a way previously
I had not known possible
That I could depossess
So much obsession focused
Into holding onto
Nothing that feels like something
This is the true story of letting go
Before it’s taken a hold onto
Whatever was swinging from
The rafters of an earlier background
Remmenants of the other shoe
After it’s gone what can you do?
Let go, say goodbye au revoir
Toodaloo

Ami Spécial

Je ne veux pas d’argent
Je veux seulement amour
J’ai tous les choses, je besoin
Mais je n’ai pas amour
Faites une pensée simple
Jette-le sur la lune ouvrir
Jette ton espoir dans les flammes
Danse autour eu dans un cercle
Crache les lettres sur la plage
Et le vent le rappellera
À l’endroit où il n’est jamais allé
Cependant nous faisons une folie
C’est dans ton cœur
Une jour te vais voir
Mon petit ami monsieur

Speck

If it wasn’t for love
If it was mostly for money
Then the path to be chosen
Was the side door that opened
A cardboard box meant more
For love than another dollar
In the bank ever did
You can have so much
That you don’t exactly know
What you have
Throw away all the extra
Keep the important stuff
That’s enough if you know
How to count what that is
A walk around the block
Can really clear your head
And also unearth questions
About the meaning of life instead
Clean the slate dry it off
Pull out the washboard
Forget what was lost
Feels nice when it’s gone
Nothing to weigh the soul down
Free like a speck of dust
In the Puget Sound
Everything looks really tiny
Floating way above
Kind of like your troubles
42,0000 feet up in the sky

Nucleus

Water drips from the edge of the roof
Collecting thoughts in the perfect room
You can see the Golden Palace from here
A foolproof moment to be created
Manifesting the future in scorching hot
Breaths your body rests on top of mine
Imagining this for a lifetime is quite easy
To take you from behind and love you
Off guard more than you have been loved
Never before hold you in my arms and
Let our emotions get the better of us
A love stark love sparked nucleus
It’s every past experience that didn’t
Every opportunity that hasn’t
A rerun if all our hopes were fully hoped
Our time together is the journey
That we have been waiting to
Arrive every time we tried before
Climbing to the top of the stairs
There were signs I could’ve seen
Leaning out over the city
Palm fronds brushing against my cheek
Broken carriages and cobwebs
A cigarette on the balcony couldn’t
Heal all my wounds and predict patience
Reveal the past like Nostradamus
But the forthcoming patterns of passion
Hours and split seconds with you
Is a kind of ours that celebrates what
Could be the beginning of the perfect ending…

Basket

You’re not dead until you are
Hurry up late lots of eggs
Humble beginnings
Back to nothingness
To achieve everythingness
I made choices that I
Could never choose again
Experiences like reeds
Woven into the basket
That holds a singular lifetime
Never to return again
If but to haunt those
That are still living in it
Determination to fulfill life
Before the cord snaps
Please excuse me
I have a goodbye to attend to
But not mine yet

No Gold

Blue fingertips
Feel the blood rush back in
It’s no one’s fault
Deals have been made
Past promises choked out
White devils betrayal
What kind of writing
Has been written on the wall?
We must all live to die
But we will not
Always answer to the cry
Dancing and bewildered by
An empty sadness
That is released like a potion
Trapped in a bottle for centuries
Around a fire pit
Hot blue and green flames
It is a bad omen
To die under a lion
Threats for the grace
Of our lives and humanity
Are still alive today
Because someone else
Fought for us too
No gold can amount to that