Son of a Gun

You could attempt to cash in
All your coins with me easily

First one out the door
Didn’t fly
That’s why it hurt so much
Cleaned the space for you
To try
You got to step in
Before anyone did

First one hurts
Like a son of gun

Even my eyes
Can’t hide heartbreak

© GÄ

Aime-moi ?

I won’t love anyone
Playfully the way I love you
Not because I don’t want to
Just because it’s you
Only you bring out that side of me
I’m excited to share the
Best of me I can’t
Out of necessity do it
Without you there
Because it is just you
Because it is just me
It is because it is the way
You make me feel
And your humor
And your hiding from me
And your eventuality
Is the aphrodisiac
Hemming to complete
That side that is in love
Because it is just you
Do you think that you
Love me?

© GÄ

What Would You Say

Empty chair across from me
Empty glass because I’m thirsty
Drink too much or not enough
It never mattered to me much
The better part of me is knowing
We share a space out there somewhere
The better part of me is glowing
In some French proverbial rivière
That’s me floating away at sea
With a baguette and a cup of tea
Do you like boats or inner tube floats
Come sail away with me
Just for the moment really
See where it goes
We can take off our shirts
Soak up the sun and discover each other
Under which one
Inside which heart
We we’re mountaineering through
To find the other half the other part
The things that left us torn apart
By the ones before
But ready in the wake on every end
Forevermore was never just a saying
It meant somehow that we’d be staying
In the rooms that we unlocked
Like doors that slide up sideways
Or cars that beetle-wing
Modern meets true ancient structures
Stone and water hands are clutching
Sheets are crisp and
Lips stop touching just
Long enough to say
What would you say?

© GÄ


My love if I could find you
I’ve been working on my body
Working on my space
Working on my head
Looking for your face
I don’t swipe humans
So I’m looking
In real-time for you
Maybe an email
Inboxed up unexpectedly
Skipped through the
My word if I could find you
You have my word that
I’m devising a new plan
To locate you myself
What do you say to grains of sand
Draw a line around
Your invisible hands
Holding on indefinitely until you find
All that is left to
Drift into me

© GÄ


Hanging on by the skin of my teeth
I don’t want to be swimming
Against the tides of the moon
Feeling frail like one more thing
Could run me off the rails
If it happens too soon
I’m seeking out something
Much more arousing
Ten times more appealing
Feeling it in reeling it in
Tell me how to suspend it
To do this without antipathy
Is it wrong to hang my head
In front of those who only know
Me when I am happy
Could it be long before the sun
Rises up again to show
The new day doesn’t clatter
If I was blue sometime before
To be relatable fizzling
To tell the truth of it
Bending upwards before gravity
Takes complete control
Hanging on suspended like a star
Feeling frail and bright
Resilient in a world
With mirrored pangs around me
Without a climbing partner
But not alone

© GÄ

Be Naught

It’s not that I could love you
It’s that I do
It’s because how could I not
So many others probably
Already do
How could I be naught
Thinking about where you are
How could I be naught
Kissing your ghost
How could I be naught
Making out with your shadow
How could I be naught
Reaching out for you
In an empty bed
Filled with the eternal
Length of empty sheets to comfort the
Aching of what I would do
If you were lying next to me
Would you like my blue eyes
If you could see them
Would you study my hands
If you could touch them

© GÄ

Until I

Let thyself feel bad
Until I feel good
Wrestle round up and down
Beating at the bruise
Stars are twinkling less
Hands are working more
To want for better
Keeps the ink on every letter
Every uttered word
Should be so careful
And still I step on my words
A melancholic drag
Therefore I let myself
Feel bad until I feel good

© GÄ

A Modern Approach

Help me explore a new world
And the idea of you
If you say anything nice
I’ll cry
I don’t mind crying
But please don’t film it
Unless I’m acting
I don’t want the footage
To exist
I am currently seeking
A modern approach
To love
Like French kissing
Turning around my words
While my tongue is
Hyper aware of everything
That I’m saying
Some words fit and others
Feel like they were relevant
Such a long time ago
Maybe not anymore

© GÄ


In all that I have achieved
I did not achieve you
You could not be achieved
Even if I could achieve God
And She could achieve me
You could not be be be
Mine this could not be be be

In all that I have achieved
I have achieved most from you
Tears and pain a few laughs
But incredible angst
Forever forgiving my love
For you was pure
My heartbeat hungry
To be received
The family
The womb of a home
But no bending would bring
Words and lashes of anger
Pushing me
Further and further and further

Even if I wanted to be achieved
The fires were to great
Burning this heart of a home
To the ashes of a memory
And the willingness to
Be caressed by the wind
Of what I achieved if it was to
Be be be
It was my freedom

© GÄ


Only a handful of times did we
Make love
Did we we make love
In 7 years how many times
Not even once a year
Not even make up sex
Give up my good years
To not wake up next
To someone who deserved me
Mother me more than
Lover me
I don’t need a mother
Even more than just a lover
Someone to share
My heart with
Someone to give
My every part with
As much or as many
As a hand could grasp
Though it was only
A handful of times
Ironically it was also a
Handful to define
Our love

© GÄ