I tried to draw an ambigram
With my mind in my dreams
And otherwise to paint a picture
That could be seen and understood
From all sides day and night
Conscious and unconsciously
Below the moon above the sun
Upside down and right side up
I found the liquid in my cup
Travelling sideways every time
I wanted to create something to
Believe the writing on the walls
Would not lead me to deceive
Myself again hot or cold
Spicy or plain the whole engagement
Left me saying to myself,
“My heart couldn’t take it again.”
But in the mornings as I showered
Your memory gleaned and glowered
Like a fantasy or a fairytale
One of my elders read to me in
A library somewhere or in a bed
Before I lay me down to get some rest
And inevitably comes the morn’
And breaks the dawn and so the
Wanting and the longing and the warnings
Beware you cost yourself a lifetime of
Unloving for one occasional drop of honey
And the wet pillows that you left behind
Tear soaked should stand to be reminded
Of the sadder times you’d never quite
Caught on to realize would be the precedent
The winning factor the pine cones kicked around
Frozen fingers to the bone
Underneath one hundred blankets
Just to keep warm for all you wanted
Was to be loved
And when it ebbs and flows
It comes and goes it leaves you
With the worst of what recovering
From what you wanted
Then you had
Now it’s gone
That’s the way it is unwritten
In the song of our delusion
© GÄ
Poétique 