It rained last night
It’s really quiet
Years’ve gone by
There is still a mist
Hanging in the air
No doubt fall is here
Faded blues to grey
Old anxieties brown
Can disappear now
Everyone will go
Back inside
Less commotion
Calmer activities
The pressures to
Be active will subside
Our dreams are deeper
Our sleeps are sweeter
A silver sky cools the
Overworked and
Hardened mass displays
Enjoying fall for
Cozy winter’s
On its way
© GÄ
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
© GÄ
Weirdly I feel better
Than I have in a long time
Maybe I emptied something out
Perhaps the sun was more about
Giving off more flares
Éruptions solaire
Let me tell you a story
About someone who had
Everything to give
But no one to receive it
If we teach love
We can change the world
Not hanging on so tightly
To what we don’t know
That is missing
But what is the world
For who am I to say
Without a fair amount
Of kissing
It doesn’t matter anyway
So much to live for
So much to love for
Nothing can take away
The ability to get back up
When we fall
© GÄ
My lips are hot
My heart is not
What else do we need
It’s only six thirty
It’s only a millisecond from
The rest of our lives
An empty chalice
An upside down bed
Even if the sheets
Aren’t fitted
The test is all in our heads
I can love you
Twisted on the floor
Broken bodies
Broken hearts
Thirsty for more
My lips are hot
My heart is not
This could be the last attack
This could be the very best way
To break my back
There’s nothing I want more
Than to fall off of your balcony
© GÄ
Sometimes it’s over
Before you start
Even after we hope
And believe it a victory
To go upstairs
Passages
Unpacking to
Create a gift
Never given
Although something happens
It’s still not there
Unlocking doors
Directing the gaze
Looking in all directions
Sometimes it’s just to find the balance
Sometimes it’s for affection
Feelings of shyness
Nevertheless trying
Offer the heart
Engine is starting
The gears are all moving
Towards something
And then that
Place
Hard to swallow
Dream of something
Coming soon
The nests are knocked out
Trees catch fire
Power lines cut
Yet your love will still bloom
The grass will still grow
Earth will always appear
Blue and green down below
Intention and destiny
Will prove that the rest
May fall like a cat
Graciously
© GÄ
Poétique 