Glassy

Arctic circle
It’s cold up here where
Feelings are forgotten
I was choosing something
I wanted to wear
And joining a party
Of many people celebrating
A new home for a family
On my way I met up
With a group of singers
One was asking someone
To practice some unusual
Vocal techniques and when
They gave up I asked if I could try
My first shot at this was not
Refined; not good enough
But the next one was divine
I was doing things with
My vocal chords I
Didn’t know I was capable of
I was invited back and
Stepped out into a party
That was happening outside
Where people recognized me
But I didn’t know them
One girl took my keys and
Tried to open her car door
Full well knowing she wouldn’t
Achieve getting it open
I let her try
But then many different sets of keys
That were not mine we’re coming
Back at me and in my frustration
I was losing time
But a small boy
Something like an angel
Kissed her forehead and said
You’ll probably be here for a long time?
Posed as a question I realized
My consideration was vacant
He was right let’s be patient
And then a truck pulled up to
Make her keys so she could
Get inside and it was time
To exit to go to the party
That we’d been waiting for
Where hundreds of people
We’re planning to show and
I knew no one but the host
And found her graciously
Upstairs I was helping organize
Her tapes from old videos and
Classes that she taught
Trying to make sense of
All the titles and the orders
That they went
Time to go again
With smiles exchanged I stopped
In the living room to take it in
Many glass figurines
Some were life size
Highlighted in red shadows and dancing
As I left I pushed through
The crowd now growing bigger
To celebrate this moment
With this incredible woman
I barely knew
Still it felt warm in what began
As an arctic circle with
Glass figurines

© GÄ

Looking Glass

I am looking in on my existence
From the outside window of
My lifehouse in a hazy mirror
Through a cloudy monocle
I can almost see what a
Faze of interesting things
Have yet to say splenetically
How long will the portentous mind
Crank away at an irresolute and
Ghastly perspective shadows
Pooling distant verdant and red
Circumventing around the trees
In brilliant gazelle-like motions
Winter releases the last season
Beneath my feet and my boots
From their duty while the snow berries
Laugh in jocular trembles at me
Sometimes I think they’re
Laughing specifically at me, the center
Of my heart is extremely sensitive
So when the cockles grow cold
I feel empty and fold over
Like a mattress squinched in half
Only enough room for the dust to
Slip out and catch fire
Burn up in flames, incinerated
Leaving only the circular springs
Hand tied to the bottoms
Of my shoes bouncing on
Wild mushrooms plump with private
Intentions eager to return
To a time when the best
Of myself can be seen
Even with clouded vision misty
While the dust settles before the
Next storm comes to drum the
Emotions out drowning them down
Pulling them out from under the chiffonnier
And I am an old rag-picker turned
Round into a Turkish rug maker
Delighting in the paintings of
What picturesque brushstrokes
Claim for a life worth loving

© GÄ