life – Poétique

Bon Vent

Good riddance
You needed someone
Not necessarily me
But I was there to
Hold you up in
Your time of need
Sometimes a gift
Can feel like
A nightmare
I kept thinking
I would show you
When you are here
But who was I kidding
No one was coming
But the birds are here
And the philosopher
Teaches me how to feed
Them all insects
Not just seed
As one burying
Itself makes a nest
Into my thumb
I can feel the pain
Even when I am asleep
And the eyes of the birds
Are content in a state of
Hypnotic bliss as they
Float dreamily by
Almost like a cartoon
Unreal yet undeniable
Color doesn’t have to
Prove its identity
It is what we see
He was really
Too put together
For anyone to
Worry about to see
When he needed it

Chevaucher

Losing and gaining a self
At the same time
Holding on and letting go
Simultaneously
One heart captures transformation
The other captures attachment
And then release —
Holding on and losing hold
Once a previous
Something and the empty overlap
Is intentional — it’s the void or silence
What whirls between them
A space where identity
Is still undefined
Shifting or
Being reborn

Vie de Deux

I think about the other side
Of this consciousness
What it means to think
About what is being
Thought about
To tired to write the words
Lawnmower over my head
Blades through the grass
Of my existence
Try to make sense of
Senselessness
Wishing for an easier
Moment to remember
How to collect signs
No color so much color
Symbolically you know?
Tired of the phone
Get up go to bed
Do it all over again
One or the other
Never both
But I always want
Both

Begending

Our realities are made up
By the worlds we surround
Ourselves with and I find myself
Settling as a house might
Crackling and burrowing
Into the ground

Maybe I’m just tired
Of keeping up or possibly
Creation knowing full well
There could be more
In some other place
In some other way
This is not it
This is not all
That there is

Halfway mark
Feels like a dead end
Maybe all that can be
Accomplished is already
I’m not sure what will be
Longer or shorter
Revel in the new
Forget about the future
Fishbowl

When we scratch off
The top layers and
Keep finding our way down
Do we have a place to
Go or end up
Keep going
Start over
Keep going
Maybe nothing

Sweet voices
Of children
Just beginning

Today felt like
An ending
So early

Meritorious

Would they notice until the
Moment you disappeared?
Like a red light flashing
Or an alert that says the
Person you once loved
Isn’t on this planet any longer
Tripped and fell in the garden
Bonked his head now he’s dead
Would they wish they said
All the things they didn’t say
Because their fuming or
Dry knit stuck in their feelings
Some type of world that
Binds someone from loving
I’ve heard it called jealousy
Grudges and otherwise
Like when you’re famished
You can hardly stand it
You’re starving so you
Feed the meritorious beast
Find a gift in the basement of
Dreams and delicious wonders
Everything you cannot escape
Eurythmia gracefully speechless
Only speaking in music
Check on me I’ll check on you
Dual serenade

Runaway

He says she’s amazing
So he can remind himself
It was a good choice to
Be with her id est marry…

Pedestal to chant everyday
Into bankruptcy for affection
Whatever you say dear
Was something
Better than nothing?

Laughing she placed
Her hands around his throat
Ready to choke the life out
Truculent at its utmost
Super physical

Let’s get it over with
She beckons him to the bed
But really wants to finish
Before it’s started
Sex is irrelevant to her
Close to dead

A bigger star
A bigger sun
Can be won

Frame it as an opportunity
To learn what true love
Can become after the storm

Uncover

It takes time to live life
To reclaim it and make it last
All the hours we give up
For what we loved and what is gone
It’s fast, but the building is slow
Kaleidoscopic shadows attached to
Pictures in our house hanging
From the walls of our hearts
The bell tower echoes
A lighthouse beam shines
White sand trickles
In the back of our minds, a clock
Ticking away like our youth
Counting cactus needles
Be an atlas detective
All the hidden parts
Yet to be discovered or
Uncovered anything
Underneath our skin
Ready to soar like a dove

Evaporated

False humility
Yellow hands grasping
For something of substance
Just a shred of light
Whatever’s left

More than a typical night
A few more winks to spare
Funny how mornings we
Don’t have to be anywhere
It’s time to get up and
In days that require us
To be there we could
Lay down for hours

Garden is thriving
Thinking about what we
Do it all for why do the
Tomatoes grow
And who for?

Not enough books on the wall
To solve the crime
The birds in the yard spoke
Back and forth about a time
Chattering something of
Love and momentary lapse
Afterthoughts

Colored world in black and white
Any attempt to register the truth
Of the matter comes out in a
Sound of laughter and
Wishful thinking

Could’ve been more pets
Also kids school immersion
Lots of things we built towards
Caught it almost before the
Rest of the illusion shattered

No turning back
Freedom and pieces of my mind
Evaporating the us factor

Was it luck?
Maybe death or hard work
Living for nothing
Hoping for everything
While the birds click back
He did it for you!
I did it for us!
I did it for us!

Bullets

Orange guns gold teeth
Chase me down stand up to see
Me push you out of my house
Side door no fear
Running up from the bottom
Of the stairs threat or no threat
I have a family to protect
Get out!

Where do you think you are?
Not much time here now
Have to think on our feet
Even if the gun goes off
Keep moving forward
He’s shooting but I don’t care
No matter how many are
Standing there

End of the world is near
Cliff diving no gear here I come
Positioning of the sun is extreme
Contemporaneously audible
Ringing in my ears

Forge a different path
Tell a different story
One that’s nothing like
The one we’re living
With much more pleasure!

Labile

Easily altered his mind was
Tinkered with over time and
In the end he couldn’t remember
What really happened and
What didn’t ineffectual

Just to be loved and cared for
Turned into what can you
Give me do for me work for me

Nobody told me that what
You experienced was war the
Opposite of love

Meant for Hollywood
Born in the woods
Not much to write home about
Talented kid

Where did the rest of it go
All the good for nothing but stone

We had friendship
Somehow forgotten
We hand kinship
All of that vanquished
By the darkness

That couldn’t love what
That couldn’t accept
That wanted the worst
For the rest of us

And he woke up smiling
Remembering a different time
Washed over by forgiveness
In a way that no one needed to
Discover remission
Uncover compassion
Disasters of a plague

Family can do that
That’s why we make friends