Poétique

The Only Thing

The only thing I have
To live for is flowers
I said like a lone bird
Flying over an ocean of petals
Calling out upon the
Waves of color above
The grounds of my earth
Softly tilled sweetly toiled
For my lover
Dost thou know me by my tone
Couldst thou differentiate
My variant of discern
She rang me up and I
Collected my things
Knowing not of how I sound
I’m either pleasant or distraught
For to be what I’ve become
One that is intimate with flowers is
Meanwhile waiting for the one
Meanwhile waiting for the one

Location

My love if I could find you
I’ve been working on my body
Working on my space
Working on my head
Looking for your face
I don’t swipe humans
So I’m looking
In real-time for you
Maybe an email
Inboxed up unexpectedly
Skipped through the
Indésirables
My word if I could find you
You have my word that
I’m devising a new plan
To locate you myself
What do you say to grains of sand
Draw a line around
Your invisible hands
Holding on indefinitely until you find
All that is left to
Drift into me

Suspended

Hanging on by the skin of my teeth
I don’t want to be swimming
Against the tides of the moon
Feeling frail like one more thing
Could run me off the rails
If it happens too soon
I’m seeking out something
Much more arousing
Ten times more appealing
Feeling it in reeling it in
Tell me how to suspend it
To do this without antipathy
Is it wrong to hang my head
In front of those who only know
Me when I am happy
Could it be long before the sun
Rises up again to show
The new day doesn’t clatter
If I was blue sometime before
To be relatable fizzling
To tell the truth of it
Bending upwards before gravity
Takes complete control
Hanging on suspended like a star
Feeling frail and bright
Resilient in a world
With mirrored pangs around me
Without a climbing partner
But not alone

Yo-yo

Back and forth
What does it matter
If I have any part every part
Little times big times
Nudity foul language
I’ll take what I can get
If it’s with you
Like me don’t like me
Even for a moment
Heat and later cold shoulder
Flames of forever
Or not
What if even for a moment
Warm bed turns to cool sheets
Later or before
It’s a yo-yo
I’ll take what I can get
If it’s with you

Be Naught

It’s not that I could love you
It’s that I do
It’s because how could I not
So many others probably
Already do
How could I be naught
Thinking about where you are
How could I be naught
Kissing your ghost
How could I be naught
Making out with your shadow
How could I be naught
Reaching out for you
In an empty bed
Filled with the eternal
Length of empty sheets to comfort the
Aching of what I would do
If you were lying next to me
Would you like my blue eyes
If you could see them
Would you study my hands
If you could touch them

Until I

Let thyself feel bad
Until I feel good
Wrestle round up and down
Beating at the bruise
Stars are twinkling less
Hands are working more
To want for better
Keeps the ink on every letter
Every uttered word
Should be so careful
And still I step on my words
A melancholic drag
Therefore I let myself
Feel bad until I feel good

A Modern Approach

Help me explore a new world
And the idea of you
If you say anything nice
I’ll cry
I don’t mind crying
But please don’t film it
Unless I’m acting
I don’t want the footage
To exist
I am currently seeking
A modern approach
To love
Like French kissing
Turning around my words
While my tongue is
Hyper aware of everything
That I’m saying
Some words fit and others
Feel like they were relevant
Such a long time ago
Maybe not anymore

Un

In all that I have achieved
I did not achieve you
You could not be achieved
Even if I could achieve God
And She could achieve me
You could not be be be
Mine this could not be be be
Ours

In all that I have achieved
I have achieved most from you
Tears and pain a few laughs
But incredible angst
Forever forgiving my love
For you was pure
My heartbeat hungry
To be received
The family
The womb of a home
But no bending would bring
Words and lashes of anger
Pushing me
Further and further and further
Away

Even if I wanted to be achieved
The fires were to great
Burning this heart of a home
To the ashes of a memory
And the willingness to
Be caressed by the wind
Of what I achieved if it was to
Be be be
It was my freedom

Handful

Only a handful of times did we
Make love
Did we we make love
In 7 years how many times
Not even once a year
Not even make up sex
Give up my good years
To not wake up next
To someone who deserved me
Mother me more than
Lover me
I don’t need a mother
Even more than just a lover
Someone to share
My heart with
Someone to give
My every part with
As much or as many
As a hand could grasp
Though it was only
A handful of times
Ironically it was also a
Handful to define
Our love

Flew

I was dreaming

We were
Cleaning

A big building
It reminded me
Of the church I grew up in
You

Asked me how to
Clean the stairs
You
Saw me cleaning stairs
I showed you how
You
Took the cleaner to
Clean the stairs we were
Both on our hands and knees
We
Both knew I had to
Catch a flight
I had to go
I have to go
Home
But you

Were exhausted
You weren’t sure
You
Wanted to come along
And then
After we finished cleaning
You
Jumped on my back
You rode piggy back and said
Okay I’ll come with you
And we
Escaped to the airport
To get our tickets
You and I
We finally

Came through

And then we flew