Gelid

Screaming out the car window
As they pass by me in a
Stationary moment I am
Reminded that the ones
Who have the most fun
Are the ones with the least
Responsibilities woooohoo
Who cares anything goes
Nothing really matters
And with the last pennies
In the bank the most creative
Thoughts surface to become
The best way to express
And pinch out every last drop
And tomorrow is a new day
In the moment that you’re
Thinking you wished you
Had done it that way
You have to be doing it
As it’s happening
You couldn’t know to
Be in the moment
Before it arrives for
You to participate in it
In the way you foresaw
It or dreamed of
Like dry ice
With new eyes

© GÄ

Bilræs

She feels new in someone else’s arms
Like a race to get to the next one
Just a portfolio on her phone
Swiping humans to decide who
Will be the next president
To her racetrack for the night

Funny the people we invest in
Can find ways to disappear
Without saying goodbye or
Thank you or really anything
Unless you ask and even then
You may get nothing or just
A story that is a lie that still
Feels like nothing
No oil no gas
No juice in the tank
To last

When the speedway is empty
I wonder what it feels like
Just to have quiet

No engine revving

Sit underneath the happy light
That should make up for the
Unrequested abandonment
The messages you sent to
Make someone feel better
Visit their house
Carry them out
Be their best option

Until they don’t need you
Any longer

Turn to the nearest convenience
Didn’t matter if you were there
For them and they signed off

You wonder where did they end up?
Feeling new in someone else’s arms
Like a race that had to end
A journey that could never
Last forever

A false friend

© GÄ

Breaks

Light floods in from
Underneath the door
Knives slipped through the trim
In front preventing any entrance
What can I do to have you
Closer to me in the presence
Of my,,, I thought my father
Might approve
One can dream
And then I closed my eyes
You kissed me and the need
For anything melted away
The innocence of youth
Simpler times that somehow
Could be appreciated better now
But those things don’t
Always line up in such a way
Pictures on the walls
Photographic memories
In the halls of my imagination
And the actual recall of
A time when hope for that love
Was hiding in a car in the rain
After midnight free to make noise
The same car we lost the breaks in
Many breaks we lost
Even the break of my
Sweet innocence
And youthful heart

© GÄ