grass – Poétique

Underway

Little Misbegotten
Glistening grass in the underpass
The more captivating you are
The more captured they become
You strengthen ties
Build truthful lies
You think you have a connection
And then it dies
No one left to wonder why
People will do what they want
Whether you ask them to or not
Don’t move or you’ll get yourself
All wet and water hits the ground
No solid matter to be found
A touch of insanity and a perfect
Cast of foundation to
Disguise the blemishes
How convenient to be born with
Perfect skin and secretly
Beguiled behind the veil of
Misunderstanding and knots
Wanting to be Little Misunforgotten
Maybe people had grown tired
Maybe the yawns were legitimate
Questions to be answered
Were waiting at the foot of the stairs
But the approximate time
For arrival was undetermined

Every Life

Drinking up every moment
Living every life
Barely keeping alive financially
But still the richest person can be
Existing without anything
Saving the lives of people
That took the lives of others
We are all damaged goods
None of us are free from the
Wind blowing through the grass
Who’s responsible for that?
It didn’t matter much to most
Which way the winds were
Blowing where I came from
So long as the car works
When you turn the engine over
I never had much use for
Complaining but as I got older
I guess it creeped in the redder
Your hands got or the less your
Tendons wanted to bend over all
There was a tiny corner in the yard
That felt more magical than the rest
Of the field kinda like ya
Just wanted to lay there longer
Even if it was time to go inside
Airports hadn’t really come
Into the picture yet but the way
You could miss someone
Coming and going now that
Was a feeling we could all relate to
Wondering if they’d ever come
Back or if this place even felt
Like a homestead does
Drinking up every moment
Watching the dragonflies
Living every life in my mind

Nightsong

Take my picture
Ask me questions
This is not a jeremiad
Lamentation of distress
A signal to revitalize
My emptiness
More like a soul song
Voices barreling up
From the south
Trains blaring
In the background
Porch swings and
Warm breeze
My peripherals working
Overtime eyes darting
Left and right 91 degrees
You could get away with alot
Before technology took over
Enough gas in the tank
And plenty of hours to
Think about the next best thing
Or something like sharing
A never ending stream
Of days and nights
Together just for fun
Records and ice cream
Simple things to make
Annoying springs disappear
I don’t know why but
The best time I could
Ever imagine is
Laying in the grass with you
On a hot summer night