down – Poétique

Temperate

You have your own life now
No time to hang out on the couch
When you have a cat waiting
For you at home a new life
That needs you

My body needs me to
Show up for it in a way
So I can relate

Like a transformer
Energy jolting through me
My brain is a conduit and
I can cause my pulse to go

Up and down up and down

There is a stretching in between
Giving in and giving up

Pulled apart in new ways
So that I can care not to be controlled
Even if I activate myself

Obsessed with the intensity
Causerie internal blah blah blah
Twilight calms it all
Down down down

If we push ourselves to feel
We can sense the self growing
Like my cat evolving

Is life a drug?
How can it be
Even when we’re sober

What is sober?

Clouds across my face
Why do I feel so displaced
One minute I am on top of the world
No need to push the positivity
It’s there it’s in me and I’m
Reassured that I can accomplish
Almost anything and then a ton of bricks
The clouds roll in it’s like
I can’t get it one hundred percent right
It’s unrealistic to think that
Anyone could it happens every time
I’m tracking and then backtracking
A reason to celebrate something
Comes in to knock me down and
To remind me that there are more
Obstacles to overcome get me down
You need to clean harder NOW
You need to watch your time NOW
Be smarter you are overstepping NOW
There is no leniency for error NOW
My incompetence is evident
Because I don’t have all the facts
And I become emotional when the truth
Is new the facts have changed I’m going hard
Showing up strong and still
Find another person another
Law another rule that wants to
Say unfortunately for you
This doesn’t translate
So show up better next time
But also be prepared to find fresh air
The clouds will always roll in unexpectedly
But they cannot stand in front
Of our opportunity to keep blowing
Disconcertion from despair

Fall Down

Not so much a sycophant
Not to be rude or confused
With cretinous disregard
A little bit of a sword of truth
One that will surely cut you
Even if to fondly bring you
Deep under wing in the guise
Of future nurturing but still
Maybe not when the gavel
Strikes and the air of night
Leaves you contemplatively
Alone in the darkness and
Momentary shutouts you
Could say, you could feel
You, might want to appeal
The ruling of the supreme feeling
Meant for bettering other
Beings has somehow
Left you out but still
Under the guise of the
Wing of the future
Doorbell ringing when the
Knock at the door comes
And your heart is sore from
Not knowing if there was
Ever enough room
Money was not the object
Gifts were not the object
Minutes were also freely given
Lest more room to become
Taken would surely disrupt
The mountain and we all fall down