Poem – Page 7 – Poétique

Balbutiement

Is it so serious to leave us
Tongue tied dreaming for death
Or to stutter off only to
Wish for the quench of your
Salty lips against the sky
Mine and yours alone

Nothing to stop us nor
To rearrange the gaze
In our eyes aligned with
One another static cling

Comes the plane crashing
Down to earth or something
Like down our throats
Trapped in our hearts
Beating in the chakras sublime

I shouldn’t want to leave your
Side if ever learn any language
To understand your words
Whatever it should be to
Embrace the dance
Between us

Caress your feet and feed you
All of your favorite things
Love every part of you
That you personally despise
This is my gift to hold you
In such guise let me
Kiss it out of you

Stammering for words that
Are clearly non existent
I’ve a finger ready to trace
All the lines from your
Mouth lightly along the bridge
Of your nose through your
Hair and down your back
Whatever is forsaken
Shall be ours

Fugitive

I introduced her to all my friends
She stayed for them but not for me
In the end she was only
Someone to steal my heart
Stolen once before but many times
Ripped from my core there are
Many more moments that this
Could be stolen again and again
For fun because I know the game

All the same in love and war I
Couldn’t turn it off really
Bake you a chocolate cake
Maybe that was my first mistake
Forgetting and remembering
Everyday is a reminder of the
Bandit she would turn out to be
Even if only friendship and
A kiss was exchanged
I hang that picture on the wall

What a lucky time, time to record
In the stones beneath our feet
Not feeling like I’m anything special
But somehow engaging a cigarette
Allowances were made and the
History is archived for us to
Always remember in whatever
Capacity our brains and our
Hearts are empowered

Still a thief is a thief
A heart is a heart
Like a blindfolded burglar
Stolen friends stolen love
The end is devoured
In our inabilities to
Remain

Meritorious

Would they notice until the
Moment you disappeared?
Like a red light flashing
Or an alert that says the
Person you once loved
Isn’t on this planet any longer
Tripped and fell in the garden
Bonked his head now he’s dead
Would they wish they said
All the things they didn’t say
Because their fuming or
Dry knit stuck in their feelings
Some type of world that
Binds someone from loving
I’ve heard it called jealousy
Grudges and otherwise
Like when you’re famished
You can hardly stand it
You’re starving so you
Feed the meritorious beast
Find a gift in the basement of
Dreams and delicious wonders
Everything you cannot escape
Eurythmia gracefully speechless
Only speaking in music
Check on me I’ll check on you
Dual serenade

Canonical

Crying holding himself on the ground
One last act to find yourself amazing
What you ache for is crumpled up
Before you turn the lights on
Turn the lights off even though
He wasn’t alone he felt very
Especially in the darkness

Pondered feelings good
Generally a moment that was
Subjugated or just subjective
Headstands or cartwheels
Nothing left to appeal to
But maybe the piano
Making love to the keys
Again crumpled down
In front of him

Someone called me ebony
Buying time is like a chance
That won’t actually make more love
But more hate or reasons to resent
The work and ways a heart
Strives to do something well
But cannot be seen for what it is
Until it’s dead and gone
That’s when you know

Smiles don’t grow on trees
Crumpled down in front of him

Empty Room

Mattress in an apartment
Building not completely
Abandoned but certainly
Left behind defenestrate
Hells bells holding on
By a windowsill

Just a bit of chocolate
Could bring out my best Superman
Why is she hunting me down
Pheromones heightened
Scent of a lover or
Leftover shudders

Obviously something there
Flowers in the courtyard
Down below the whistling
Of a passerby and a possibility
Dry heat dry hump
Clothing pressed against me
Breathe deep long and wide

How did we get here anyway
It’s all so confusing yet
Laying here looking at the ceiling
Somehow I’m glad that
It happened

Are we bad or is this good?
The stoics would say it’s neither
I can hear river music in my head
Too many things to do
Before we’re dead
Many reasons to keep alive
A mattress, you and me
And an otherwise
Empty room

Infuriations

She was the cat that would scratch
A true bitch to the end!
Just a little corn to wet your whistle
Oil your joints and snap you back
Not too many now you know
Could make it harder to keep living
Words or other phrases
Dangling earrings and hymns
On the front porch
Give a stretch and a yawn
Beginning to hold onto the ideas
That maybe we could make
Something if these furies
Wait for the cows to come home
Guess the more we say the
Less there is to be talking about later
Wouldn’t want to lose sleep
Over it but it does feel good
Seeing as the right thing is said
After a long wait for a good time
Or a cuddle under the milky way

Digging

Mirror mirror make love to me
White bow tie naked or otherwise
See the boys and girls at the gym
Checking themselves out
And all the people having relationships
Not just with themselves
But with the internet
Apps and worse
The anti human curse
Standing in the garden
I think of these words
All the folks we used to write letters to
Or take the time to say I love you

In person

Make a call meet up or play
They probably wrote me off today
Thought I was a billionaire
Someone who just didn’t care
About feelings not even my own?
But in the depths I know they
Wonder what’s been going on
Miss the time we spent upon
History we made to tell the
Stories that we knew so well
Later on in life as we got older
We’re here now, we’re here!!

Where are you?

But if you’re gone away
It doesn’t matter anyway
Why? What’s the point of caring
Life is short I bet you never thought
We’d ever lost our way into a
Paradox where the internet
Opens a scope to spy and check in
On each other meanwhile
Never to converse never to
Be sure because it’s pictures
And that’s all it is words without
The beating heart behind our lips
And it’s a trip to believe we could
All settle for this one day
Which is now looking in the mirror
At yourself do you see the person that you
Hoped you turned out to be or just AI?

The internet is repeating itself

Runaway

He says she’s amazing
So he can remind himself
It was a good choice to
Be with her id est marry…

Pedestal to chant everyday
Into bankruptcy for affection
Whatever you say dear
Was something
Better than nothing?

Laughing she placed
Her hands around his throat
Ready to choke the life out
Truculent at its utmost
Super physical

Let’s get it over with
She beckons him to the bed
But really wants to finish
Before it’s started
Sex is irrelevant to her
Close to dead

A bigger star
A bigger sun
Can be won

Frame it as an opportunity
To learn what true love
Can become after the storm

Lostfun

He came home to their fun
With nothing left in the barracks for me
The counter was empty a mess of
Impossible promises and vacant
Connections for me to pick up
On the floor after we closed the
Door behind us no father to bear
Just the two of them bonding as usual
He couldn’t keep up with their
Banter or whatever was the spark
That ignited between them that was
Hard to describe in words
Wanting to join in he found himself
Pushing for another way
Illegal or other wise to play catch-up
But there wasn’t any just
The evidence of a time where
It was easier to get the things
One would need to throw
That kind of a Mister Irresponsible party
No more of that now just a clean
Collar and whatever will be
Left in the trappings of tomorrow
Dark circles worn eyes what
Drunkard goodbyes could
Only relate to if but only
To have one more hip hip hooray
Sometime in winter

Beforehand

Oh no. Now you won’t think
I’m amazing anymore
Was my behavior flagrant
Who could tell but his insides

She was my secret weapon
And my worst enemy

Would you have cared
If she resented you
In the way mine did me?

Should our lovers resent us?

I just wanted to be your friend
To somehow empower you
Find a sidewalk that never ends

Not trying to become a billionaire
And if I was, not at the expense of others
Rich with friendships perhaps
That’s a wealth to be happy for

The longer we know each other
A better possibility to deepen
Connection and also the more it
Can hurt when she says
I already have a person
Even if you were only
Best friends once upon a time