Poétique

Starting

Power me up
Power me down
Electrical shock
Fluttering heart
Feeling less frantic
And soothed by the sound
Of a quieter world
A bit settled in
Greyer skies
Early nights
Where will the next
Experience come to turn
Tell the tale as unfolds the
Stars the story of destiny
Much more life to live
Still more to keep up with
In the temple of our minds
What wil be the opening
To begin the next block
What parts the section
Of the sky that shines light
On the forthcoming fairytale
That will become real life
To reflect upon in ten years

Driving

Clear skies clear mind
Ensconced in the divide
Trapped in a singular reality
Someone’s playing the piano
On the other side of the glass
Another person is watching me watching
Them from the corner of their eye
My autocorrect is blind
Light is casting shadows
Blatant spots in which to hide
Tomorrow has a white knuckled grip
On my spontaneity
One that I created
But not to concede behind
I would rather dance in the rain
Than seek cover from the storm
Sheltered life leads to
Sheltered forms of
Tattered rewards
Remember who’s driving

Étoiles

Discord in a tasty pear
Compersion to beware
Seething liberty in a
Pallid hope spilled eternally
I’ve climbed a hundred steps
To find the sky
Welcoming me
In a bed of stars
What ecstasy is night
And what of tomorrow!

Dial Tone

People that form bonds
And then keep them going
Over time with strength and love
Don’t do it over the course of
A three times a year meetup
To compare us to that
Kind of a connection
Leaves me embittered
And hopeless for a true
Lifeline in the friendship
I thought we were promised
I thought we were agreed
I thought we were aligned with
You can tell me that indeed you
Desire to be as close as you want to
Even the Gods cannot force you
To be close to
Someone that you don’t
Show up for in your actions
Over weeks and months on end
Someone that you reach out to
Only when it’s relevant for you
I reckon that’s a fair weather friend
You’re not a bad person
For being incapable or to pretend
I’m only disappointed in myself
For believing that you could
Show up for me in ways
That you promised not to test
However titling our friendship
With a moniker of best
But the clock ran out
Your calendar got full
Your life is chock full
Of everything that you need
No more hours to give
To others when you have
So much life to live

Chèvres

None of it is even
Never quite equal
The only equilibrium
Is internally yours
Someone is always
At a disadvantage
Desegregated
To anything
Stuff is just stuff
Human is human
You can have it all
As many goats
As you want
The same page
Comes around
When you fall off of it
Once it gets turned
No one is on it again

Binoculars

I want to add you to my grocery list
My favorite thing to bring home
The universe takes a hand in
Directing the traffic of our lives
Driving in multiple lanes
Past, Present and Future
Something beyond what people find
I’m in love with my past self
And all the memories that define
My present self
Currently swarming with
Destiny on fire
Every hindered sentiment
Aching to create new feelings
To coexist and relate to new beings
Oh but to predict connection
Shakespeare in future conflict
Awakened by conception
The best is yet to come
While the theater of my life is
Playing out in a charade
Of kaleidoscopic colors
Rejected blips and blunders
Fall away in neon spells
The city roads behind me
The canyon fortune tells
I am someone’s forgotten
And someone else’s found
I am the past in someone’s eyes
As the future comes around

Darling

Take out the garbage
Stand up on your own
Wash the dishes
Confess your absent actions
Better off alone
It’s easy for someone
To forget how much he wishes
Another person doesn’t have it
When you have it all
Riding shotgun in a bubble
Is it troubling to know that
I miss you on the inside
But I feel better on the outside
Now that you’re not here
To witness the heart collapsing
My darling dear
Is like artificial intelligence
Taking chances
At guessing what I’ll text next
If English was my second language
Love would always be my first
Si l’anglais était ma deuxième langue
L’amour a toujours été ma première

Undefined

Delicious delivery
From mortifications
Otherwise displayed as
Exceptionally fun times
No longer cluttered and shrouded
I don’t watch murder shows
Because I don’t feel like dying
Word’s crisscrossed in my mind
When I’m dead these letters
Will carry more meaning
A heart held up to the sky
The sun is like silk fabric
On my face in where to find a
Beautiful delicious delivery
Of sweet light with my
Head resting in a bed
Of Queen Anne’s lace
Undefined by the apparent
Life in a gorgeous mystery

Félicitations

If what seems obvious to me
Is still questioning for you
Then it’s transparent to me
We will never find the truth
Two ions charged in the same way
Repelling one another
I can’t break through with you
Or complete the missing parts
Collecting dust
Because you’re already full
Mechanically the gears are
Clunking and grinding
What is clear in our stance
Is all the clarity we needed
All the focus that we’ve had
In our long elated past
Is clouded by a privilege
Exultantly
Unfortunately for me
A privilege I don’t have
To wake you up
Stretch out to see what
You are missing from me
Opening your eyes to the
Reality of an invisible pain
From my perspective
You are blinded by your gains
You are surrounded by your
Everything you ever wanted
Playing out the way you planned
And for you I am pleased
How delectable

Plume

Eating me up inside
Devouring me whole
Not a single crumb
Is left over for the crows
Strap me cross the butcher block
What’s next? Tequila
Turning heads of the pained ones
Call out to the tamed ones
Since the wild have already come
Beats in the back of my head
Drums that could wake the dead
A feast for famished babes
A trough for thirsty souls enslaved
By our own desires
Do the math ring the alarms
What’s the total number to disarm
Sugar sweating from your lips
My forehead on the ground
Hips up in the air
Slight breeze running down my back
Feels good not to care
Light as a feather