Deliquescence we are
Melting into our futures
There are so many more
Moments to be had
Does being vulnerable
Sharing our disappointments
And the horrors
Of our lives
Make us any
Less amazing?
Is there more love
To be had and
Can we be
Arrested for that?
How can we know
If our hands are
Even our own hands
Or are these hand’s
The hands of our
Grandfathers’
Grandfathers
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Losing and gaining a self
At the same time
Holding on and letting go
Simultaneously
One heart captures transformation
The other captures attachment
And then release —
Holding on and losing hold
Once a previous
Something and the empty overlap
Is intentional — it’s the void or silence
What whirls between them
A space where identity
Is still undefined
Shifting or
Being reborn
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The pain of this existence
Feels better than anything else
I could do to myself
To take it away
Burn my face off
Menthol peel
See the world through
Newer eyes
Change the path
Kill the rut
Tears are at bay
Careful not to agitate
Maybe more to sing
Play the church organ
In the echo of my mind
Dreaming of a
Spiritual time
And a green cat visits
Long hair and glowing
Bird drowning let me
Rescue you and
I do safely from
Succumbing to the water
Of your cage another
Bird cockatiel joins the
Other parakeet and
A large bird reaches in
With his beak to take the
Heart beneath the wings
Of another and I stop
This saying no as the tissue
Stretches and the giant
Bird releases freeing the heart
Walking into the back room I
Find a green kitten
Who are you holding
And loving you stay
So soft
Please stay
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We’re all so concerned
About what the future
Looks like that we’re
Not living on the actual day
Like a baby that needs
Tending and loving
He heard himself crying
Relentlessly for two weeks
Hold me love me
Make it better because
Being alive is awkward
And so uncomfortable
Wambling through the motions
You didn’t want to go
Back to the village
Where you came from
He didn’t know how to respond
In Spanish he kept saying it
In French hoping someone
Knew what it meant
Sitting outside underneath
The overpass on a
Few couches where the
Hope of being alive was
Resonating differently
Than where he came from
It ended the way it ended
It began the way it began
This is then
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I burned my tastebuds
Harrowing in an attempt
To feel myself again
Avoiding numbness
Jumping over the rut
Haunting of a darling
Past that begs to come
Alive again like a volcano
No one can shake that off
An attempt to be alive
Like a neon sign
No need to be the
Most important person
In the room but happy
To experience the
Curiosity of the day
What’s the plot anyway?
Take me to the jungle
Give me a reason to
Show up for tomorrow
Spitting out the sap of a past
As if it were some
Slippery rock that
An unmentionable would
Haphazardly walk right
Through us over us
Lay on top of us in
A heavy susurrus
Barely breathing after
That vampiric escapade
Am I bleeding?
Holes about me anywhere
Maybe everywhere! Bite marks
Either way I am beginning
To feel alive again
Three cigarettes after
Distant memories
And my emotions
Smeared across the
Asphalt as it was
Less important to some
Than ardently sitting
Outside with a friend
Having dinner
In the rain
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Like my story is so important
I need to share it with you
Everyday or that it’s
Really even necessary
Hiding behind the eye pain
What happened in the course
Of two days three days more
One week why am I so tired
Living the life I normally do
Just go to bed as if
There is no way to turn the
Clock back face sticking
This way for how long!!?
Any day now I will return
Or at least the hope says so
Unbelievable how long
It is taking to
Return to myself
In my own skin
Where did I go?
How long ago did
It all change?
Not long now before
Also never to return
Eyes cried shut
Tired from life
Adrenaline
What causes the storm
Will the universe calm it?
How long long long
He had to feel worse
Before he could feel better
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I think about the other side
Of this consciousness
What it means to think
About what is being
Thought about
To tired to write the words
Lawnmower over my head
Blades through the grass
Of my existence
Try to make sense of
Senselessness
Wishing for an easier
Moment to remember
How to collect signs
No color so much color
Symbolically you know?
Tired of the phone
Get up go to bed
Do it all over again
One or the other
Never both
But I always want
Both
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Like a sukkah for my heart
Preternaturally oh how you
Sang to me in sweet tones
Like only you can do and
You apologized and said
You had to make them sound
Sweet and soft like a mouse
I was just looking forward
To spending any kind of time
With you and the evening was
Beholden to our greatest
Escape where I brought
A bag of books and one
Of them yours for you to
Hold and to enjoy you
With yourself how precious
You were excited to
See how I carried you
With me and then we were
Off into the living room where
Before we stepped out the
Door I found you covered
In dark blue glitter like a
Night sky so sparkling
Your hair draped as a
Waterfall down around
You and the new memories
Awaiting us that we were
Creating also ones I couldn’t
Wait to wake up from
Still I pulled you along the
Floor playfully resting on
A featherweight blanket
Laughing and smiling
Unbelievably to tell this
Story with a grin on my chin
There had been several sad
Unexpected days of
Embittered forlorn work
Casually strolling out jaded
From my bedroom with an
Ex lover that I had also
Once married and lived in
Several cities with I
Turned back to see how
We left the bed
I recalled looking at her
Like my life was a
Distant dark echo to
Itself and also the
Circus of climbing
Over one another
On the bed while
Still sleeping
In a way where we could never
Simply find rest and comfort
Not a sheet on it
We even stood up
Completely clothed
And two tiny strips of
Rectangular cloth on the
Mattress with a single
Dot of blood on each
What could that possibly
Mean? As if we were also
Running behind for the day
Even now there was pressure
A grand piano
In the living room
I couldn’t remember the last
Time I woke up with where
Already people were awake in the
House my best friend acting
As secretary to my once
Dark sky glittered friend
She was in charge of
Taking care of assistant
Things which included some
New set of twins I had never met
And her hair was very different
But the shower was calling
I knew that I had been
Requested to cut a gentleman’s
Hair a friend of a friend
Shower first but not
Without rushing because
Inevitably there was
Something waiting for me
To do or finish even
Before I had fully finished
Greeting the day
Building a nest
For tomorrow
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When people ask us
To take advantage
Of our day off
Do they know
What we do?
In a somnambulistic
Movement
Or even
If it is a day off
Is it not a day off
When it’s
A day off!
I’m a day off
And a penny short
I am instantly upset
What is an effort?
What is insufficient?
When is it enough?
When do we make love?
Does it seem like
We are stagnant
Doing nothing?
Trying also
With a lot of things
Humbled
Left to flourish,
From the seed
Hoping that a
Good thing finds
Its path to the surface
Maybe like some
People visualize
Their children
Growing up
Although my questions
Do not see humans
Like productive achievements
Of course their efforts
Let them become
More than enough
A treasure for everything
Delicious or dying
Key moments that
Escape us on our feet
To get out of it dreaming
Only when we’re
Sleepwalking
Trapped in a life
That begs us
To keep going the
Same way
One foot in front
Of the other
Why not believe in dreams
And fortune tellers
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Drowning myself in
An obsession with you
Flashing lights
Like a beating heart
Never stops pushing
Harder deeper
From the inside out
Question the basis for
Why it comes
And when it will
Stop
Stop creeping
Into my mind
Keep running away
With my feelings
Did you catch
What wanted
To be caught
My eyelids
Are heavy with
Distractions I
Can’t help but
Pay attention
Just to keep me
From measuring
How much I
Want you
But I want you
To want me too
Je te veux au vouloir
Moi aussi
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Poétique 