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

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Interstice

He thinks about
Doing the same things
That housed the happy
Necessary something
Black windows with
Cracks of light
Risking getting cut
Coming through
Swollen face
Months of this
To look forward to
Like a baby finding
His voice his terrace
His hands a meaning
To be here in this
Space that feels
Foreign on earth
Lying in the interstice
An ultimate betrayal
Loss of a best friend
And your eyes
Destroyed in
Their exterior appearance
There it is acceptance
Lost language
Hidden meaning
Broken symbolism
Looking at hisself
For the same case
With damaged assumptions
Of being okay there is
Maybe a little
Maybe more
Tomorrow knows less
Than he thinks

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Borne

A spider grabbed hold
Of my thumb unexpectedly
As I reached into a bag today
Somewhere in the dark
I was gleaming
With what delicate
Reminders we have
To remember that we are
Truly not alone
Living with wanton
Emotions that somehow
Gift us with possibility
In the midst of lost
Friendships and
Anchors and seeds
That we plant in
People around us that
We love and in some
Way they lose sight of us
Our disappointments
Lingering to be loved
Investing all that we have
To grant and somehow
Left with the aching of
Comet like movements that
Don’t include us when
They leave and here
We stay as we wait
To fill the heart with a
Grace that wishes for
More than just in and out
Visits or almost important
Enough forgettable moments
Left without a trace of
What was thought to
Be a connection
Wavering wishing
Wanting for somewhere
That feels better
Than nothing borne
With a considerable
Forbearance

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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

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Resonance

We’re all so concerned
About what the future
Looks like that we’re
Not living on the actual day
Like a baby that needs
Tending and loving
He heard himself crying
Relentlessly for two weeks
Hold me love me
Make it better because
Being alive is awkward
And so uncomfortable
Wambling through the motions
You didn’t want to go
Back the the village
Where you came from
He didn’t know how to respond
In Spanish he kept saying it
In French hoping someone
Knew what it meant
Sitting outside underneath
The overpass on a
Few couches where the
Hope of being alive was
Resonating differently
Than where he came from
It ended the way it ended
It began the way it began
This is then

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Volcano

I burned my tastebuds
Harrowing in an attempt
To feel myself again
Avoiding numbness
Jumping over the rut
Haunting of a darling
Past that begs to come
Alive again like a volcano
No one can shake that off
An attempt to be alive
Like a neon sign
No need to be the
Most important person
In the room but happy
To experience the
Curiosity of the day
What’s the plot anyway?
Take me to the jungle
Give me a reason to
Show up for tomorrow
Spitting out the sap of a past
As if it were some
Slippery rock that
An unmentionable would
Haphazardly walk right
Through us over us
Lay on top of us in
A heavy susurrus
Barely breathing after
That vampiric escapade
Am I bleeding?
Holes about me anywhere
Maybe everywhere! Bite marks
Either way I am beginning
To feel alive again
Three cigarettes after
Distant memories
And my emotions
Smeared across the
Asphalt as it was
Less important to some
Than ardently sitting
Outside with a friend
Having dinner
In the rain

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Under the Skin

Like my story is so important
I need to share it with you
Everyday or that it’s
Really even necessary
Hiding behind the eye pain
What happened in the course
Of two days three days more
One week why am I so tired
Living the life I normally do
Just go to bed as if
There is no way to turn the
Clock back face sticking
This way for how long!!?
Any day now I will return
Or at least the hope says so
Unbelievable how long
It is taking to
Return to myself
In my own skin
Where did I go?
How long ago did
It all change?
Not long now before
Also never to return
Eyes cried shut
Tired from life
Adrenaline
What causes the storm
Will the universe calm it?
How long long long
He had to feel worse
Before he could feel better

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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

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Accord

Like a sukkah for my heart
Preternaturally oh how you
Sang to me in sweet tones
Like only you can do and
You apologized and said
You had to make them sound
Sweet and soft like a mouse
I was just looking forward
To spending any kind of time
With you and the evening was
Beholden to our greatest
Escape where I brought
A bag of books and one
Of them yours for you to
Hold and to enjoy you
With yourself how precious
You were excited to
See how I carried you
With me and then we were
Off into the living room where
Before we stepped out the
Door I found you covered
In dark blue glitter like a
Night sky so sparkling
Your hair draped as a
Waterfall down around
You and the new memories
Awaiting us that we were
Creating also ones I couldn’t
Wait to wake up from
Still I pulled you along the
Floor playfully resting on
A featherweight blanket
Laughing and smiling
Unbelievably to tell this
Story with a grin on my chin
There had been several sad
Unexpected days of
Embittered forlorn work
Casually strolling out jaded
From my bedroom with an
Ex lover that I had also
Once married and lived in
Several cities with I
Turned back to see how
We left the bed
I recalled looking at her
Like my life was a
Distant dark echo to
Itself and also the
Circus of climbing
Over one another
On the bed while
Still sleeping
In a way where we could never
Simply find rest and comfort
Not a sheet on it
We even stood up
Completely clothed
And two tiny strips of
Rectangular cloth on the
Mattress with a single
Dot of blood on each
What could that possibly
Mean? As if we were also
Running behind for the day
Even now there was pressure
A grand piano
In the living room
I couldn’t remember the last
Time I woke up with where
Already people were awake in the
House my best friend acting
As secretary to my once
Dark sky glittered friend
She was in charge of
Taking care of assistant
Things which included some
New set of twins I had never met
And her hair was very different
But the shower was calling

I knew that I had been
Requested to cut a gentleman’s
Hair a friend of a friend
Shower first but not
Without rushing because
Inevitably there was
Something waiting for me
To do or finish even
Before I had fully finished
Greeting the day
Building a nest
For tomorrow

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Sleepwalk

When people ask us
To take advantage
Of our day off
Do they know
What we do?
In a somnambulistic
Movement
Or even
If it is a day off
Is it not a day off
When it’s
A day off!
I’m a day off
And a penny short
I am instantly upset
What is an effort?
What is insufficient?
When is it enough?
When do we make love?
Does it seem like
We are stagnant
Doing nothing?
Trying also
With a lot of things
Humbled
Left to flourish,
From the seed
Hoping that a
Good thing finds
Its path to the surface
Maybe like some
People visualize
Their children
Growing up
Although my questions
Do not see humans
Like productive achievements
Of course their efforts
Let them become
More than enough
A treasure for everything
Delicious or dying
Key moments that
Escape us on our feet
To get out of it dreaming
Only when we’re
Sleepwalking
Trapped in a life
That begs us
To keep going the
Same way
One foot in front
Of the other
Why not believe in dreams
And fortune tellers

© GÄ