Crapahuter

Who is Calliope red head band
Disembark in a glycerine cloud
Eyes burning unrubbable
Before the pages are emptied
Erasing themselves crawling
On their own

Giving up the music and
Self worth only for a moment
A fever a sadness a tastebud
Waiting to savor the absence
Of something sweet or sour

Read it forwards or backwards
The outcome is the same and
And and we say what we say
To get away from the desperation
Subtle pain with a few stitches

Lots of clicking underneath
Fatigued eyes and beguiled
Self imposed law suits
Falling off swings in
New territories

Keep me from myself
Restraining all the parts
That would help refrain
The use of weapons like
Swords or other sharp objects

Overthinker makes a mad dash
For the syndrome of imposter
Sitting on a porch blowing bubbles
Teeth strained less weird
Say more

© GÄ

Who Knows

You feel like you’re falling apart
Like everything you have
Maybe means less than you
Thought it would or does or
What does it mean to be
Too much around the edges
Crispy and hard to digest
What a nap could most likely fix
Is also not totally guaranteed
I can smell the faint smoke
Of the neighbors cigarette
Lingering in the air
The thought of moving to a
Different town smelling
Someone else’s smoke
Lingering in the air perhaps
Even Greece appeals to me
In a way that sort of forgives
This avant garde way of living
A sip of redemption and
Perhaps an escape along the
Edge of a cliff not pretending
To be alive or escaping
Reality but just wanting
To be fiercely honest about
Who I am and now gravely
Entangled by some betterment
Of what doing well for or
As well as a person could be
At living life; ejects me into what
Would give up some deeper
Resolution to the meaning
Of life or at the very least
Help release the grasp I
Have so tightly gripped
Onto thinking I was going
About it in some especially
Wonderful way but
Who knows

© GÄ