My appetite
Bare
Black veins
Dark sky
Sweet mouth
Open wide
Different
Than before
Changed
Somehow
I’ve not
Known
A darkness
Such as this
Demon kiss
Ghoulish bliss
The dimming
Dynamic
Where light
Has been
Contrasts
A monstrous
Love
Consuming
Bath of us
© GÄ
Spirit strokes me
With synchronicity
Dare I say it out loud
For fear of losing touch
Of what I have no control
Of anyhow
Superstitiously
Symbolically construed
If my soul was crying
I would only hear it echoing
With laughter
Meet you after
The duplicity
Resounds
© GÄ
Wouldn’t it be easier to
Let me go than to randomly
Like posts that are
A million years old?
I don’t want this to be
Like jumping beans
In my head
Get out of my head
Should we
Smoke the peace pipe?
Is there anything we
Missed along the way?
Do we need to return
Anyway?
Should I proceed with caution
Yellow light traffic up ahead
Any kind of commotion
Is better instead of the
Memories I have of our
Last encounter
A lot of back and forth
About your being right
And me being stupid
(Too needy also that night)
Whatever you didn’t want
To deal with at the time
I try not to forget
Because forgetting is like
A quick shot into the
Mainline of pain
I’m almost there
I wish the friendship
Had a little something
More to behold
I mean…
Wouldn’t it be easier to
Let me go than to randomly
Like posts that are
A million years old?
© GÄ
Behind the broken clouds
The moon resumes a light
Deep within the woods
Underneath the sky
The underbelly coat of the wolf
Throws us out into the crosshairs
Aiming fearfully taking shots
Descending to the lake
I rest my head to think up thoughts
Of how to be clear in the moment
Not rushing out to the sea
The night birds chirping
Chatting up the frogs to sing
The dawn is cooing round
A corner where the sun
Will soon ignite along the edge
Mirrored pool at the base
Of every tree that looks upon
All the shadows that will be blankets
Resting over sticks and bones
Home to old residential thrones
Nothing is definite in this world
Where there is success
There is surely demise
And who draws the lines?
Obviously these are lies
Who says that rock is on our side
Who declares that the earth
Belongs to any of us
Dead or alive
© GÄ
Nothing means
Anything really
It’s just all something
About nothing
What does that mean
Exactly?
Nothing
It just doesn’t add up
© GÄ
If still we lack a reason
To appreciate what’s given
The only sadness I would know
Is how not to go on living
For everything our friendship lacks
Our care says so much more
Than to let the spirit
Of an amazing connection shared
Float out beneath the door
© GÄ
Weirdly I feel better
Than I have in a long time
Maybe I emptied something out
Perhaps the sun was more about
Giving off more flares
Éruptions solaire
Let me tell you a story
About someone who had
Everything to give
But no one to receive it
If we teach love
We can change the world
Not hanging on so tightly
To what we don’t know
That is missing
But what is the world
For who am I to say
Without a fair amount
Of kissing
It doesn’t matter anyway
So much to live for
So much to love for
Nothing can take away
The ability to get back up
When we fall
© GÄ
Am I just like all the rest!
Is the thing I thought I wanted
Different from the last?
I have no distraction
Therefore the biggest problem
Is the one in front of me
And they keep piling up
No mother
No father
No brother
Friendships gone
Seems like so long
Is getting closer
All the time
I share too much
I care too much
I need to go back to
A simpler time
Rewind to a place
Where I can recognize
My own face in the mirror
All that is left
For now is the
Obsidian shadow
Of somebody that
Measures so little
To the person
I used to know
Save one thing
Feel better about the other
Save one more
Feel better than before
What a way to live
Inside a zombie soul
© GÄ
Sour sour sour
Blech blech blech
I’m disgusted
When I feel like this
Where to place the anger
Where to go from down
I pinpoint the destruction
I find a tilted crown
Where to place the pain
Like a dislocated shoulder
Have I not been aware
Of this in life before
Adulthood?
These blackbirds do not
Think about these things
This nature does not
Think about these things
Incurable diseases do not
Think of these things
Why does it matter
Just relax and
Let go of the chatter
Mental blah blah blah
What is this madness
Why do our minds
Foot fall aimlessly
Scrambled eggs
Scrambled head
Put yourself to bed
Fried eggs
Fried head
All will get better
Go to bed
© GÄ
He’s just happy
Though when he cries
It sounds like he’s in pain
Let the chips fall
Where they may
We can’t control it
Anyway
I worked so hard
To get it right
Did my choices
Somehow betray?
How could I have known
For what we
Pretend to possess
So tiny is the
Grasped intent
Meanwhile the leftovers
Stand to taste better
Then the thing
Once realized
Had me convinced
I never had to have
© GÄ
Poétique 