It’s a deep soak or a
Casual underlining of
Nuance euphemistically speaking
All of us forgetting each other
I live as if I could die tomorrow
How do you live?
Baby grains and wheat stains
Rolled out into a papyrus
To record the memories
Unforgettable dreamscapes
That feel like reality
Questionably so
Trying our best at a cakeless walk
But still seeking the sweet
Holding out to be glued to
Temporary existence
In an eternity
What time is it anyway
It won’t matter who
After they forget you
© GÄ
Letting go to arrive in the moment
Instead of spending time trying to
Figure out if it was possible to be
Enjoying it or not is the opposite of being
Alive more like trying to drive all the time
Small town fame never was what
He claimed he wanted more about
Recognition for his art and connection
But the fact of the story telling timed
Out and running for the door he found
An entrance into another world that
Had nothing to do with celebrity or being
Known or being busy trying not to
Break the wardrobe or the code
A forest of questions and concerns
Too recognized hiding behind bushes
Writing letters on the curb he would
Never send but also stamps were
Overrated and the concept of waiting
For a response was so outdated
Not like texting which got the point
Across but couldn’t really be interpreted
Correctly because the tone was all wrong
In the other persons head what a
Ridiculous conundrum connecting
But not really just putting gas in the tank
Afraid to actually be the self that is
Trying to climb outside for fear that it
Would become too easy for people to
Leave again it’s so intense asking
People to show up and so much that
It makes the whole world no more fun
Thirsty for rollercoasters and getting
Less close for people to disappear
Or disappoint no need to get that deep
Just dance full sweep food and then sleep
© GÄ
Entangled with the horns
Of a bull and the heart of a whale
A little rough and tumble
I’m not sad. This is art.
I’m trying to get closer to my memories
& the harder I swim the faster they come
I feel remorse about fatal occurrences
Especially those which I cannot prevent
Even totally unrelated to me personally
And out of my control
In someone else’s corner
Occasionally defeated
Still I am full
Still I am unprepared
Still I am resilient
Redeeming the world in a happier light
Crops up a broken morning
Resisting AI by the grace
Of my Buddha-head
And a dream filled bed
Of possibilities
© GÄ
I feel like everything
Is slowly closing in
Like the angel of death
Rests upon me
Because the people that
I cared for
Don’t know how
To care for me
I lost my excellence
I was trying to succeed
Is it the expectation
Or the missing destination
I ask
No need to die tonight
No useless selfish cries
What is the superficial
Would it be more important
If it happened in Maine
Would it matter more
If we had something to gain
Does it matter
Anyway?
Day after day
Each moment
Each pathetic fallacy
Is it one step closer to
Something really great
Or one step further
From a meaningful way
© GÄ
Poétique 