She wants only for herself
She wants only for her
She waits only for herself
She waits only for her
Nothing left
Nothing left
Bouncing off
The hopeless hap
The helpless gap
The hapless crap
She wants only for herself
I don’t believe that
It can’t be true
I need a smoke
I need a drink
I need more time to think
But I prefer to do it
Sober and alone
With a piano
Passed out drunk
On the floor
Intoxicated only
By the music
Of my deafening heartbeat
© GÄ
Can we overstream?
Exploit the bandwidth
All too often many of us
Take so many nothings
And turn them into somethings
A confluence of almost
Fate like circumstances
Leading us to be
Captured by the enemy
Believing our only hope
Is left to the art of
Abandoning ourselves
According to fate
And spiral notebooks
What then shall we do
To entertain ourselves
Catch fire to the ends
Of our robes and run
Madly through the hallways
Of some less than favorable
Hotel that was easy to
Book because no one else
Wanted to stay there?
Write poems to one another
Read them and then
Roll them up into
Wands of sage or
Peace pipes and
Smudge one another?
Actually sounds like a
Great weekend if
You haven’t any better ideas
© GÄ
You never look so hot
As when you’re flipping me off
Hand out the window
Even with a cigarette
So morose and yet
So delicious I can
Taste the salt in the air
From the crevices
Of your fingers
You make me a hedonistic
Lap lazy version of myself
Only wanting to taste you
Only wanting to smell the
Back of your neck
Is that what you meant
When you gave me the bird?
I’m nobody’s whore
But I could go a few rounds
With a stranger like you
© GÄ
She knew that I was beautiful
On the inside mostly innocent
My god why is it so empty
Sand ridden and desolate
All the things I shared and
Everything that was built
A hope for something treasured
Like a seed that would
Grow into a tree to meet
A steel bridge of memories
All my lights were blinking
In the traffic of my heart
And there you were
I’m not sure what this is
All about
I’m falling apart
And never felt so whole
I can think of nothing
That would bring me
More delight almost
Like I’ve caught a slight
Case of amnesia
In a magnificent
Moment of time
Fragrant like a blue jungle
Swept away by the
Breeze of tomorrow
Stricken with outrageous
Opportunities dripping
From the end
Of my future
© GÄ
I saw my life flashing
Before me but not in
The way that I pictured
It would be
Somehow smarter
Than before and
A little louder than I
Ever recalled living it
But, it honestly didn’t matter
Once the end found its way
To the beginning of a dream
My smile was captivated
Fool poem of my love
Fool poet for my love
Obliterating me with
Your kissing matter
Your selfish warmth
Laid me down before the sun
On a blanket of
I don’t know what until
I suddenly remembered
I had to go to work
Not for you or for me
But for the sake of
Our unknown future
And so I quickly gathered
Myself and finished
Brewing the coffee
Closing the morning door
Behind me
© GÄ
I loved so hard
So many
Did I give up or
Did I lose touch
Where did we go
Am I still alive
I can feel the end
But I’m still breathing
I thought I would be
Already gone a wisp
Not quite tortured
But my feeling of love
Has been completely
Torched now standing
Out of the line of fire
Save yourself
To be alone
Why do people say
They are always there
When in all actuality
They are not?
Is that what we call
Wishful thinking
Or is it just a lie
© GÄ
Family and community
I remember having those
People those characters
All around me the dynamic
Of what’s happening now
Eventually as I got older
I felt more susceptible to
Pain to emotional agitation
More awareness in general
Tripping over my self-care
I found myself holding
Onto peace with a glimpse
Of eternal emptiness
However painless there are
Still moments to climb over
There are still many rivers
Full of feelings of which
To coast or float and
Of these parallel worlds
The question rises up
With sincere curiosity
Are we to protect ourselves
From the pain of coexistence
Or rather bathe in the delight
Of it’s unpredictable nature
To succumb to inevitable hurt
© GÄ
Am I a spitting image
Someone who absorbed
Everything about you
Standing outside of myself
Observing from above
Detached I see so many
Aspects that mirror the pond
Of your reflection something
Like northern lights bouncing
Back at me or reminding me
That there is already
Salt in my blood
I will stand barefoot in myself
Withholding prejudice
Just a little reminder
That I am still myself and
That I also come from
Someone who gave me a lot
Even if they cannot show up
In the way I have elevated
Ground me keep me on
This earth because
I can feel myself
Floating away
© GÄ
Well known in the village
And generally disliked
He walked around the outside
Of the foreboding walls
Lined with overconfident creatures
Their conversation bubbles drifted up and
Popped just before they
Touched the stratosphere of ear
Almost good enough foresight by
Thursdays sun rays and all
Intellectual standards
Boasting and or meaning to write
Down whatever was happening
However failing in the drought
Because the ink was drying up
And the universe was running out
Of paper but not trees so much
Lowering the incipient changes
To a minimum of two inches
Or three before they debunked the
Naysayers who delighted in the
Limbo of twists poles and roller trolls
Celebrations of Dionysus
Carried about the night until the morning
Perhaps even offering up their
Baby carriages to the seeds of
All the Grape Gods later
Perhaps post learning that
He had disappeared and
Walked around the celebration though
They missed him tremendously
They somehow forgot he wasn’t
There of course the axis remained in
Full swing and the whole earth
Rejoiced in the face of a new time
For the era that was to be
Would soon make stairs for
All of us to climb
© GÄ
Inscrutable
Swirling
Bitter
Companion to
Old memories
Do you choose
To haunt me
In this way
Or is it I
That has yet
Allowed you
To come in again
What I remember
To recall
Old friends no longer
Laughing in the
Backyard garden
Tripping over our
Love for one
Another do you
Curse me unchaste
Or is it I that has
Taken to abiding
To these new laws
Of overprotection
© GÄ
Poétique 