poetry – Page 24 – Poétique

Exorcist

An angel with bad news
Draining from her the blood
Of yesterday she was full again
Transfused with healthy blue
Veins no longer poisoned
By possession the trees
Had skulls crying out to let go
At the end of each branch
Scarlet ruddy droplets floating
Of what remained

He sleeps and finds rest as
Her mother takes a break from
Exhausting herself

Exorcist retired

Upstairs he is with his friend
An African descent and aged
Many ancients ago old love
Perhaps of a grandfather
For innumerable years spooning
Held from behind; afraid

Also the occasional
Person would travel
Upstairs which felt like
No privacy to behold
Sleeping on the olive green carpet
By then someone would
Travel into another room
Down the hallway
Eventually he got up
To close the door

Not an apartment
A room in a house
But where?
In his mind
Not of this lifetime
Galatians

Whoever sows to please their flesh
He heard from the walls: flesh will reap
Some form of destruction,
However whoever sows
Seeds to please the Spirit
Cried the ceiling
Is passed from the Spirit and
Beyond will reap eternal life

Falling back to sleep

Bleuté

Shadow runner
Thoughts are half asleep
They are perfectly rested
In the slits of my eyes
No disguise
Inimitable

Why would a mother say
She couldn’t comfort you?

I painted your hair blue
Only on the edges
A little duller than cerulean
Ironed the hair pin straight
Like China dolls

When I came back there were
Bits of blue all over you
I was cleaning the stains
How did it get here?
Over there, everywhere

I was looking for red velvet
Strands of hair like the fabric to
Braid in and you found the orange
Only two bags left in the aisle

All this dressing and beautifying
To make a person feel special

Why would a mother say
She couldn’t comfort you?

Why then a boy
Seeking a woman
To comfort him in a way
His mother didn’t do it?

Going

Holding on too tightly
Insecurity memory loss
Who cares tomorrow
When the gift of no grudge
Comes freely

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

None of it truly matters
The higher stature
Is the least of worries
He who cares less
Will pass the test

You are not controlled
By unwillfull beliefs
To stick to some other religion
For bearing witness to a thing

Rise above the pit
Think of it as liberation
Free bird

One less thing to mark
Your territory with
Unnecessary quips
And glib that interrupts
A psalm for life

Balmy and courageous
Brave and beautiful
Rise up from the grave
Of your own pertinence

Be exhumed from
The weighted peril
Of mental anguish
And the commentary of
A lower lipped vibration

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

Song of freedom
Drop the pride
You have nothing to prove
We have nothing to hide

Marked

Parlay my heart into
A time when I forgot about
Being too much for someone

An hour when my mother didn’t
Call me a user
A morning when my father didn’t
Call me ungrateful

No losers

We all have our damage
But what is in our valise
How do we unpack it?

Don’t accept things as they are
Make them what you see
Kiss it goodbye

Tree reaching for the sky
I see you, I feel your branches
Like tentacles of hope

Earth you can be my mother
Spirit you can be my father
Sky you can be my lover

Am I causing isolation
To gain strength and closing
Myself off to oblivion

Water tank
Dunk me in the light
Target practice

Turning

We’re just taking turns
Going in circles
Ready to manifest out from
Our cocoons of healing
Unbroken start over again
Introductions

Recall the security blanket
If a routine and a method suffice
Hold tight to knowing
The unknowable is
Always there for you

In a foreign land
We feel further away
From our internal land
But closer to who we
Truly are

Look into the eyes
Of someone you hope to
Kiss one day

Look into the eyes
Of a stranger and wonder
Who they will become

Gushing to share
Eager to listen

Where do we get off
And when can we begin?

Mal Voix

I don’t deserve delicious
Self deprecating wishes
I don’t deserve the moon
The sun can turn its face too
I found my father’s touch
Of gloom in my veins
Residuals of pain remanufactured
In me the stress of eternity

Stretching to be better than
The very best of good
I cry to laugh instead of
Remembering the cruel
Cool, cool, cool

Do other humans
Scold themselves or
Overthink to the hilt of difficult
What if you are truly someone
And you still feel like no one

Make champion to the disdain
Exonerate my guilt
The given displeasure of
A childhood I didn’t request
Feel the love spilt over the ground
Of a father who also forgot
About his sons
Drowning in themselves
Or rivers that pull us under
His best whatever that is

I don’t deserve deliciousness
If I am his I am at best nothingness
Like hugs and affection and
Kisses and pardons and wishes
Granted by the sea I am the
User my mama said I am
Ungrateful my father said the
Sky is darker than it was the
Day before there is no lawyer
For self inflicted discontented
Polydactyl internalized sewer like
Sores of contradiction

To be truly honest
The vulnerability forces its way
To the top but at what cost
Broken glass against the skin
Or walk with wounds from
Deep within we carry on…

Ponder

Clarity versus mystery
Clearness versus true belief

The line that separates
Is the line that magnetizes
Love, hate, peace, war

What is logic and emotion
If we think before we think
Without thinking about it at all

Will mystery moot its discovery
Arriving in an absent need?

What mystery is depending on science
What science is depending on God?

And in one fell swoop
An ultimate acknowledgment
What is a mystery if it cannot be found?

Meninges

Her brain can look
Far enough ahead
To answer the question
In a way that won’t
Bite her in the ass later

Should we then faint for the drugs?
What brings the stars wakes the sky
Whatever it takes!

We haven’t any headphones that
Could possibly capture the sound
Of the future clamoring back answers

Somehow she knew how to hear them

Might be the experience of
Disappointed results
Still hanging from the
Meninges

Prevention of duels
Gracefully worded
What was not said
Was safe in her shed
Of matter

Her brain could look
Far enough ahead

Blindspot

Whatever made this person that way
Why do I feel asselpated
If it’s raining or not
There is a fun house waiting
For us

In the corner of the car
Diagonal and behind
To my right I find
Nightfall calling

Black and red diamonds
Chapped from life experiences
Hold me upside down by my toenails

What torture will awaken the truth
What lack of need for security
Will give this piece of mind

Burning burning burning
Believing in nothing
Confetti showers from above
Glimmering hope

If we leave the door unlocked
Is the home inside secure
Do we need a lock to prove
That no one can get in?

My security rests in the
Basement of unpredictable charms
The outside worst that doesn’t care
Is invisible

Free, free, free!
Liberated by unsafety
We are not secure from
Anything

Everyone is susceptible to
The gift of an inconspicuous game
What detectable ghosts
Remain mundane

Swingset

Untenable
I guess it’s a river in all of us
Love begins where ignorance stops

Giant swings inside
Three as a pair
Swinging as high as we could
To the ceiling
Careful not to wake the guests
Reeling with laughter
Not too careful I guess
How did this swing set
Get in here?
I can feel the wind rushing past me
As you climb higher and higher

No one knew exactly why
Our fathers fought
Some brothers get along
Ours were different
And so were the relationships
We had with them
Especially you
Even though he brought out the belt
You loved him in a way
I never felt a bond with my father
Two brothers two kids
Two totally different experiences

Why do some people feel
More secure than others?

Dark sky grey tree
Trust the unknown