Flan

What you have to offer
Is really special
Like you, sometimes also
Brutally unaware
O how we are blatantly if the
Effect on others is
As impactful as what
An ornery child would do/be
Retaliate if their candy had been
Ripped away
Hello good-bye too soon

Shock to the system
Hits the shoulders and the chest
Then down to the knees and toes
Rug burn on the face
Instantly an immeasurable wave
Bodywork to jerk you in a state
Of whiplash left with your
Recuperating loneliness
When all he wanted was
To connect

The sound of seagulls traveling
With ears both on the beach
Now in the streets
Two very different locations
Incomparable temperatures
Similar sensations
Opposite situations
Shadows cast higher
Even at fifty-four people were
Resiliently skipping along
Capable of being childlike
That’s a wake up call
Another jolt to the system

Not at crying status yet
Parked but still running
Icy the cold had almost frozen
His right hand so the tears
Wouldn’t have been wipeable
Most likely they would freeze
On their way down his cheeks
But still not forlorn enough
To feel completely empty
Even though he had picked himself
Up off the floor for saying
Too much once on the farm
Isolation could prevent physical pain

Not having a consistent peace
Seeking comfort in the arms
Of second and third worlds
Made up families where his
Wasn’t always available
Typically running from the
Argumentative states of being

No one knew where the marks
Came from thankfully
The flan still came out pretty good
Attending school the next day
That was his assignment
It was comforting to know that
Some things were still passing

© GÄ

The Pass

Why is it you can see it
When others don’t
Turn the lights on
Look around
I’m not hiding that well
Mostly in plain sight

Friendship turns to love
Once upon a time
Lines drawn around
What is actually allowed

Wouldn’t want to screw that up
So I dream of things to say
Words resting at the tip
Of my tongue
Ready to take off
When the moment is right
Perhaps never being said
For if I say too much
You just might turn your head

So percolating silently
Approaching moments at tiptoe
Sliding around in socks
Without a noise to shake
Or rock our perfect balance

Friends can become lovers
Lovers can walk away
Better to be friends
Safer not to say
Or is it
Compromise
With my heart
Take what I can get
Hold my breath to get ahead
Just don’t turn blue
You can’t love me if I’m dead

Hopped up on lust
Fantasy breaking trust
Building courageously up to
The moment where I almost
Say it all
It’s the angle of the pass

Fumbling while trying
Not to fall

© GÄ