Poem – Page 9 – Poétique

Fortuit

My whole life I have been
Chasing after my history
Some shred of evidence that
This is where I come from
That this is me anchored

But to forget myself in you
Would satisfy every hankering
I do not like catching yellow
Looking indivisibly somehow
I gave many less shits about
How my actions were taken
Some of this is fantasy

But when we fought I felt
Like I was fighting for myself
Even the airport could hear
Us shake the walls with fever

Foreign countries sleeping
On my side away but never
Giving up we never gave up
But we moved differently
And on

Water is flowing under the bridge
And into the garden that I
Have learned to claim for
Myself even though so much
Of the verdant I planted for her

What to do for another
Vibrating expanding
Swelling heartbeats
Clever words misbehaving

On his way to unraveling the
Cocoon and exiting the nerves
On a slide to recover the parts
If who he was for her but
Now for himself

Make up the truth
Show up don’t show up
Existing for one next
With an invitation
For two

Overcommitted to the paths
We create to get into the garden
Blanket and embellish all my wants
Comfort me with your words
Turbid brain what is your anthem?
For all the things he couldn’t do
For all the things he didn’t do
Saddened by the things he missed
That he also never knew about
An organ plays a dark procession
Like a church bell in his head
Making love in the background
It’s the only thing he ever wanted
To hear the sounds of birds flying
In the outside and a chapel wind
Dancing through the window
Gushing across his face as the ringing
Ecstasy of not knowing or
Ever caring about the things
He never arrived at for too were the
Gifts that the morning sun
Burned into his back like
A memory for recording
His time on earth light years
From a place that was once called today

Bavardage

I’m not your lamppost
Spurious at most when
We have to care so much about
What is the waste of time
But to just be happy for the cause
If we had something beautiful
To distract us couldn’t we
Care less about the world
That is impeding upon our
Inability to perfect or
Follow through with the plan
Knives in my neck
Piercing my back the physical
Figurative torture is enough
To sell it all and move to
A far away place where
We could fall in love
With life again in a different way
And forget about the things
We wished we had done better
Perhaps it’s crass or even crude
To say the words but to be a
Cunt to ourselves is the most
Outrageous ploy to fulfill
And destroy the inner sanctum
The harmonious fuzz that was
Always there to wrap ourselves
Up in, it’s just the expectation
To discourage the most vulnerable
Parts of ourselves to exist
Impossibility

Brain be quiet
Brain shut up
Look at the flowers
So unique the foliage
I wanted to protect it
Everything had changed
My youth graduated within us
Went away and
Still somehow it lives
In me like a memory
That I keep dusting off

Flickering

Maybe we shouldn’t
Disturb the bones of what
Once was or what were?
That’s it! Get on your
Hands and knees and scrub

Hot tea with rum and little cakes
If only to fulfill a tragic destiny
I don’t think I’d be afraid without you
I’m not so boring after all
Surprisingly pleasant

Do any of us deserve happiness
Questionably a table has been set
For just an event like this
Salt at the tongue
Sugar on my lips
What would it be to repair
A scorched bridge
How do we forget ourselves
I’ll not soon erase you
Nor my dreams

Waking up first thing
Gnawing at the brain
Hush hush
Every happiness can
Find its way through
Though love is something
We can’t command like a
A lambent neighbor

Quiddity

Nobody’s meant to
Walk this earth alone
Can I wrap my head
Around you?

Remonstrate me
Take my birthday away
I’m fasting now
For your love

Hear the carnival sounds like
Their love that destroyed me in
Many ways I may have prevented
If I knew how much it would hurt
But so do many expectations and
Giving up the greatest love
To know what it looks like
To find it again is worth
Every second of the pain
Internal echoes of residual
Torture self inflicted
But only because letting go
Is impossible when the notes
Of the songs that you wrote
Are already an intrinsic
Part of these bones

Eat a sandwich
Blow your nose
Count your blessings
For those that let us go
We can always relive the memory
In our music and our poetry
In our letters and our photos
One two three
Do the next thing
Shake it off
Dig a hole in the beach
And bury that old part of me

Archery

I don’t want that old memory
I’m craving a new one
I need more time to forget
It’s a process not an event
Knife in the chest make it
All go away like the rest of
Yesterday and the stones
That are ripped apart by the
Earthquakes of everything
Happening around me but
It doesn’t matter anyway
I’m craving a new one
Turning in with the heartbeats
Of everything could be
Turning out with all the
Explosions that are honestly
Accepting things as they’re
Going to be ultimately as it is
In the interim of anything
Sad eyes lift up thine light
Buried under the grounds
If hidden moves behind the
Shutters of emotional archery
Are pulled back and stretched
Shooting for the one with existing
Leftover arrows that strike the
Hearts of grief with perfect love

Heartchatter

Chest beats harder still
Electric rhythms unexpected
If I’m honest nothing to hide
Let it all out never outspoken
I want to give you so much
More than a slice
Nothing matters when you have
Something greater in life
No one knows that you don’t
They expect that you have
A million other things to do
No crushing dreams
What you didn’t think to say
Because whatever you are doing
Is outstanding
Stretching humility

Feeling alive where
Parts of us were dead
What is freedom awakened?
We don’t need to sound like
Savages on the way
Clear the headboard
We could tear the
Seams apart
Decorate the room
With your charms
It seems harmless
Simple is good
Adorn what embellishing
Basics will like a rug on the beach
Probably all that we need
Topped off in a concert
Of your eyes and a smile
To quiet the guise of
Vibrant patterns engaged in
Boundaries crossed that
Never needed our permissions

Lifting

Lifting the tree up
By its roots like we do
When we sink our fingers down
Into the earth of one another
Are we appointing the other
Or anointing each other
Love is friendship on fire
I love you too is something
We say with our eyes
Not with our lips
I keep writing about this
Dark romance that calls
From the leaves that burn
When they’re wet from the rain
Sunlight through the prism
Of a line that leads like a rope
Towards the sky rather easy
To climb with fulfilling love
Upper body strength ascends
Up, up, up
I can’t remember when
It felt this good
Reminiscent of a daffodil
Petal at the bridge of
My everything and the scent
Of your heart like a gorgeous
Starlike jasmine that vines
Through our veins together
In the form of similar flames
On similar planes
As the essence of wet like
Tear ducts resembling the pools
In another lifetime perhaps
Exactly like Neptune or
At least as beautiful as
The Gods would have us
Believe if not in some
Dripping wet dream but a
Salty swing that rises up
From the Dead Sea where
We come to find ourselves alive

Peau À Peau

It didn’t work the way she tried it
Like an acrobatic performance
Turning me into a trapeze or a
Trampoline screaming violently
Is this a happy anger circus
Call in the clowns what
Happens next, lion taming?
My legs were jelly and the
More I thought we were
Connecting the further I
Slid away down the bed
Out the door what just happened
Woohoo ride ‘em cowboy
Let’s have a party
Not sure if I was invited
Every moment leading up to
An accumulation of
Emotions that were present
Because they exploded
From the womb like a factory
Of bliss waiting to kiss
Every part of you or him
Even eating you alive
More mascara less blush
A tavern for cocktails
Before and after with
Moody music
Something to look forward to
Do better make it worse
Something to look forward to
Cigarette on the back porch
Nothing left but the wishes
Of a gypsy after the cards were
Turned the vibe left us
Both wrenched
Better off friends

Observation

What happened to June
Was our love so noisome
That we could not bear the
Fragrance of one another
Blue broomed I chased you out
We have forgiveness still
Birds overhead when flew
Overheard what I thought
In my head questioning you
Nose to nose we meet
Making history with every
Breath we breathe and
Intimacy is running
Streaks of color up
My back and back to
Where you’re at attracted
To the magnitude
Between and then
Rejected by the
Unpredicted feelings of
Life that come and go
Same as the door squares
Opens and closes
Hang me up marked for
Battle with eye black
To reduce the glare
From sunlight and
Future arguments that
Have nothing to do with
All the roses thriving outside

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