Not all of it was bad
Not all of it was good
But I’m glad we closed the door
Not all of it was happy
Not all of it was sad
But I’m glad it’s finally over
Packed the rest of the space up
Turned over the keys and said
Time to go our own ways now
Nothing else we can say now
Hug it out and move on to
A better place now
© GÄ
Can you hear the song
The way that I hoped when I sent it
Can you feel my love
The way that I meant when I sent it
Can you understand me when
I look at you with silent eyes
Does the sun rise in your heart
When I send you all my sparks
Can you feel the heat in the ground
When I’m dancing with my feet
Thump thump pound pound lo lo
Love is the sound that we’re making
Love is the rhythm we’re creating
Isn’t the passion excruciating
Thump thump pound pound lo lo
Loves’ echoes shaking your body
Embracing you tightly
Morning and nightly
The sun’s shining brightly
Embracing you tightly
Morning and nightly
The sun’s shining brightly
Walking beside you keeping up
With your love if I’m high or I’m sober
Run with that feeling over and over
In my mind you’re in my mind
My body is your body can you feel
My sincerity trusting me
Waterfall all over you
© GÄ
When most things are in place
Occasionally one is out
Through the top of the circus tent
I find myself exploding
Soaring into the sky without
Understanding every way
Every possible why
Each movement always so
Calculated until one is not
The happenstance is a different
Kind of stress a different
Type of letting go a different
Scent then I have smelled before
But it arouses me in a
Nuclear sort of way
A hiss and a pop and
Every essence flows
Like a river before me
Into the abyss of everything
And nothing and then
Everything again
© GÄ
Well known in the village
And generally disliked
He walked around the outside
Of the foreboding walls
Lined with overconfident creatures
Their conversation bubbles drifted up and
Popped just before they
Touched the stratosphere of ear
Almost good enough foresight by
Thursdays sun rays and all
Intellectual standards
Boasting and or meaning to write
Down whatever was happening
However failing in the drought
Because the ink was drying up
And the universe was running out
Of paper but not trees so much
Lowering the incipient changes
To a minimum of two inches
Or three before they debunked the
Naysayers who delighted in the
Limbo of twists poles and roller trolls
Celebrations of Dionysus
Carried about the night until the morning
Perhaps even offering up their
Baby carriages to the seeds of
All the Grape Gods later
Perhaps post learning that
He had disappeared and
Walked around the celebration though
They missed him tremendously
They somehow forgot he wasn’t
There of course the axis remained in
Full swing and the whole earth
Rejoiced in the face of a new time
For the era that was to be
Would soon make stairs for
All of us to climb
© GÄ
Sweet acknowledgments
I don’t know what you’re talking about
Two little something’s making
Encouragements about one another
One is not right the other not wrong
But the cards reveal the path
Gravel rocks kicked under feet
Then my cheeks rose fast or slow to heat
It doesn’t matter even sliced apples
Seem remarkable at a time like this
Just a lot of heart and a little nothing
Goes a long way in a dark place
I warmed your seat you warmed my soul
© GÄ
Slight the ego
For how little do we know
How do we cater to
An unrealistic expectation
Planted somehow
Like a seed in the
Belly of our youths
What little spark
Can cause a fire
Of obsession
I wish I had argued
With strangers more often
© GÄ
Some small trace of myself
Left behind in the remnant
Of self respect and courage
Floating on the coastline
Of an adoring possibility
Worshipping the traffic
Of my heart speeding
Past myself just fast
Enough to get beyond
My own feelings and it
Takes a turn like a page
In a book that seems
To predict that
This is all for my own
Relief from the distance
That was previously
Pitched extremely high
And all for the love of my
Peace of mind and oranges
© GÄ
They have no reason
To care anymore
Most of the people
In the village have
Succumbed to the
Smash and grab
Back windows broken out
Kind of like
Sometimes you have to
Break your own heart a bit
To make sure you are
Loving yourself especially
When you’re walking
Away from something
That keeps you prisoner
From loving your own
Vulnerable insides
Your own best self
Burning down the walls
We let the air in
The sound of birds
Caught my attention
A seagull flying around
I fell back
Beached like a
Fabricated story
Once told by
A deceptive ex-lover
Painted effortlessly
While I’m left
Face down
Choking on the
Lies of soot and sand
I found myself
© GÄ
Inscrutable
Swirling
Bitter
Companion to
Old memories
Do you choose
To haunt me
In this way
Or is it I
That has yet
Allowed you
To come in again
What I remember
To recall
Old friends no longer
Laughing in the
Backyard garden
Tripping over our
Love for one
Another do you
Curse me unchaste
Or is it I that has
Taken to abiding
To these new laws
Of overprotection
© GÄ
A lost chance to be
Something more interesting
A time gone now that
The music has changed
The spirits of the people
Have left the parks
Where have they scattered?
We’ve yet to know
I like to imagine
That the trees have
Absorbed them all
Where the sidewalks sparkle
And the cement bends
There are souls living there
Memories of the magic
Excitement for life
To be thought of as living
On in the heartbeat
Of us all and in the
Drumming pulse
Of the street
A rattle and a bell
A ringing story for
An opposite conclusion
For death I escape
Into a departure for
My love of the moon
Sixty years ago
© GÄ
Poétique 