Poem – Page 10 – Poétique

Impressions

If I ever lost sight
Of your beautiful face
Where would I be
What is the decision
That could make you
Stay to remain happy
To do what you want to do
Put my own happiness aside
Selflessly devoted
Treating you with grace
In the same way you
Respect me
Everyday is our own
Hung up to dry
By the love that’s alive
Seven dollars an hour
Wouldn’t matter
A cardboard box with you
Give you everything
I have to give
Live every moment
Every breath there
Is to breathe
To live
I would choose you
Before me
Just tell me
What you need

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!

Richane

Ineluctable like the sun
Cut yourself some slack
Only so much time in the day
So how to make it last
Needle and thread
Single strand

Split hairs down the middle
Just a little bit more than before
Someone’s listening
Not quite sure where
Who’s singing in
What cage

Wild eyes running
Out of town messages
From a late start early reply
Not too quick and obviously sly
Sticky fingers no ego
Wanting for more
Needing less

I have a basic fantasy
Count the amount of keys
It takes to unlock me

Messy heart but easy start
If we get past the green parts
Early traditions are not lost on
True feelings and mine are
Thirsty to taste the painless
Possibility of don’t give a fuck
Futures pictured here

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

Capricious

Caught me with my pants down
Connect the dots of wisdom
What makes a good listener
In the epoch of culpability
And vulnerable hours

When you feel like you’re twenty-five
In your brain but you’re actually
Twice that in real time
Wit is all you get asking
Who am I really
Just a joker

A conjunction to upheavals
Challenging relationships collapse
Systematic pressure defers to
Warlike experiences that
Escape their shadowed satisfactions

Save the trouble
Wrap it up in a blanket
Say a prayer to Venus
Send it off into the water
Burning away

Beautiful flame offering
Contemporary depth has no
Sense of gorgeousness or being

Regard kindly the essence
Of what the weekend holds
Step away from the tragedy
Of never needing to know

Erratic concerns are
Indefinite

Behemoth

Mythical creature
Hiding around Benelux
In a snapshot
Shadows would reveal
Secrets the streets have
Longtime hidden
How many years
Had it been hiding here
And from what we
May never find out

Running from nothing
Rubbing your eyes deeply
There was no unseeing
The possibility of magic
Overflowing with whilst

All the creativity of a child’s
Imagination reeling at the
Counter of majestic molding
Manifesting the art
But nothing else reclaims
A financial cure from
Something where is none

A sinister lie to protect
Ourselves from sharing the
Real parts of who we are
Like narrating our stories
Carefully with numbers and
Dollar signs lined up
Stacking paper instead of
Racking up experiences
And art that amount
To putting the whole truth
Out for the world where
Everyone can see

Routes twisting and turning
Going every which way and in
Directions we can find the
Behemoth the magic maybe
Even the dragon revealed

Crepuscular

Like a sargassum washed up
Why do they create
Nasty words for people that
Want to be kind to one another
If you talk like that must be
Meant as a joke and I’ll be
Pleased to ignore it

Watch the stars shine up
On the curve of my back
A hump like a hill on the
Crest of the prairie
Where something treasured
Was once buried

Listen listen listen
It’s the best thing we can do
Different life zone uprising
In the horizon pink and blue
Silhouette of our hue

White clouded arches
Less confusion more stars
Disillusionment is a myth
Akin to being locked into
Your clothes when they
Are just as easily unzipped
Or unbuttoned

Denigrate

She didn’t really take to him
Or like him very much
It was an obligation
Unlike the others
Who just loved him
Who had no reason to
Despise a little boy

She only had one reason
To like him for his father
But it was also too late
For that

If she already hated
The past the things
She couldn’t grasp
By the throat and
Extinguish

What would we have left
But slaps across the face
Arguments about the place
Where things belonged
That she didn’t really care about

Who pitted them against
One another and did his
Mother make it harder
Or easier

Knowing that looking back
The decisions were
Never his own

Like a ghost in the wall
Scratching at the
Alternatives

Play dress up
When no one is around
Pretend to be something
Likeable

Never caught and
Never found

It’s the end of the beginning
Years of trying to push it out
Who’s growing up inside
Figuring it out maybe
Thirty-eight years later

It could have been better
If someone stepped in
Another chance to
Be a whole human

But the rest of us
Are left to figure it out
On our own

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