Numbers

Longer numbers make you hurt more
Higher digits cause more pain

I guess it’s just a left with no choice thing
He said, “Like a river in all of us.”
Feelings or putting up with the day to day

Spider bites and champagne
None for me please

Anyways who’s counting
Seems like cold winter and a couch
Will baptize everything if there’s
Anything left to survive after
All the dealing bubbles to the surface

Every morning a coming of age
Every minute a question of haze
Lights that aren’t bright enough
And some that need to come down

Keep counting the days or
Just forget about them entirely
They’re bound to happen anyways
With or without us

© GÄ

Scoreless

It didn’t really matter after
A few days had passed
He turned the corner and
All the leaves were upside down

One gust of wind was just enough
To perfectly land them this way
Belly up the rest of the night
Must have been quite a sight
But the remaining plants
Weren’t saying anything yet

And then he heard someone holler
beyond the property line,
“In order to survive, we steal and we thieve!”

The texture in the air brought back
Memories of forgetting how to
Wake up regularly as if the
New day was the only thing
That mattered and no one
Knew how to keep score

As before life became like a card game
And we were all tallying our wins
Attempting to excuse our losses
When the best part was just
Experiencing it all by calling
An old friend who understood
Him better than the rest of the world

But he hadn’t had his coffee yet
Because he no longer drank coffee
And thus this made it complicated
To have the first conversation
On any dog walk because momentary
Silence was required to be
His whole self again but this was also new
Like keeping score so the decision
Was necessary to be made

There would be no more adding
There would be no more subtractions
He would only be

© GÄ

On the Days

I ponder on the days
When I will no longer
Look at my body
In the mirror
I will see my spirit
Reflecting in a pool of energy
And it will not reflect skin but light
And I will not see a mirror but a star
Echoing frequencies in my mind
That resound in the color
Of love

© GÄ