poetry – Page 33 – Poétique

Outside

I love the way the light glistens
From the artificial lamps
Outside after it rains on the
Black asphalt canvas
Every which way you turn your
Head is a different spectacle
Like the dark matter of the
Universe is looking back at you
Listening for the low hum
In the backdrop of fall morning
Wields a faint ocean-like roar
As if a lion is hiding around the
Corner waiting to devour us
Blinking lights in the distant sky
Remind me of taking a trip
To Thailand of course this
Could also be extraterrestrial
I’m not opposed as every morning
Coagulates a new planet and
A new beginning somewhere
There are dark moments
That dance with me in the
Coming attractions of
Celebrating the unknown
Inaudible messages

Wilted

I remember I was so angry
You could cut the tension
In the room with a machete
It would have been easier
Just to move on but I
Already felt so discounted
By you
I always thought someone
Or something would get in
The way knowing we would
Have our Ursula and I was
Shown in some other worldly
Way that the truth was coming
I had no way of knowing
It would be through me and
Not through you but
When a scissor comes to cut
The ceremonial rope
It doesn’t care what the
Ends are tied to
Not like we did
Not like I did

Not like we knew…
Treachery to be gilded past
And hesitations that were
At long last the end of the
Line that was thrown out
Into the abyss never foretelling
That the end was always waiting
To begin when the riddle of the
Pools of purple black and magenta
Swirled beneath us like a
Sinkhole in the sea of our
Once hoped for destinies

Room Service

Wild horses and warm springs
Lost creeks and campgrounds
Far away from the hotels and
Rooms we rent those things are
Uncivilized to dreamers like me
Destination unknown I could
Hand pick the places I wanted
To travel to and you forgot
That I was an important part
Of how you got to where you
Ended up but I think I saw
You remember why in a pigment
Of my imagination violet and green
Brown carpets below where
You were crawling under
My arms working your way
Through my chest of feelings
It was almost as if you wished you
Could be in two places at once
I’m not sure what you were
Going for but there had to be
A plan if you could you probably
Would be capable of loving us
Both even though I wanted even
Less than what was expected
I new I was going to miss my flight
And the rooms weren’t even situated
Next to one another to knock
On the door but it didn’t matter mine
Was empty because you were
Always over there with her until you
Snuck back just to see if you
Could wrangle the both of us
Like we were equally important
You almost did it but I knew that the
Best place for me to be was back
Home where I went looking for
My responsibilities no tug-of-war
I packed up and grabbed what was left
The suite looked completely
Untouched were we even here?
Loaded everything into the rental
That had been sitting there for
What appeared to be the entire trip
But I couldn’t tell the front from the back
So goodbye is close unmentionably
There was moss on the car
I jumped in the front seat and drove
Around the corner to a daycare
I was looking for my child but I didn’t
Have one upon my recollection
However a little girl stood up
For me and of course she wasn’t mine
But she recognized me as the teachers
Looked up my eyes clear I knew it was
My sweet boy that I was searching for
To find him standing up on two
Hind legs my little Brussels a dog the only
Child I had but I loved him
Just the same as a son or a father would this was
What I came here for this was the
Unconditional love that I didn’t have
To fight for this was home

Every Life

Drinking up every moment
Living every life
Barely keeping alive financially
But still the richest person can be
Existing without anything
Saving the lives of people
That took the lives of others
We are all damaged goods
None of us are free from the
Wind blowing through the grass
Who’s responsible for that?
It didn’t matter much to most
Which way the winds were
Blowing where I came from
So long as the car works
When you turn the engine over
I never had much use for
Complaining but as I got older
I guess it creeped in the redder
Your hands got or the less your
Tendons wanted to bend over all
There was a tiny corner in the yard
That felt more magical than the rest
Of the field kinda like ya
Just wanted to lay there longer
Even if it was time to go inside
Airports hadn’t really come
Into the picture yet but the way
You could miss someone
Coming and going now that
Was a feeling we could all relate to
Wondering if they’d ever come
Back or if this place even felt
Like a homestead does
Drinking up every moment
Watching the dragonflies
Living every life in my mind

Forever

And then it happened
Because the thread broke
Pulled too tight
Couldn’t sense the tension
Should I throw on a yarmulke
Would it make a difference?
We’re kind of like yarn
Twisted and tugged
Rendered in the leftover
Colors of the sky
I could sense the residuals
Underneath the concrete
An art for resistance
As the army of ants
Marched away even when the
Distance seems cooler
But the sun never goes away there
They call it fake winter
So everyday is sweating and warm
When my mind stopped grumbling
I looked up to catch a glimpse
Of something saying
“You already know it.”
It’s not like you’re hearing voices
But externally the body language
Becomes more clear
Crows caw the words
Time is slowing

Foliole

Pink sky yellow eyes
Hazel dreams and lullabies
Fountain of youth
You can take mine
I’ve been saving it for you
Stairway to an autumn limb
Treehouse full of cedar
Wrapped randomly together
Hidden apartment of our own
Sharing head and heart space
Nowhere currently to go
Glowing returning home
To you in you with you
Envisage nose to nose
I love when my face is freezing
But my body is warm
Tight cocoon perfect room
Owl perched outside
Animaux de compagnie peut être
Who are we in this moment
Like two fallen leaves strewn
About blown together woven
Destiny could have danced
Different kinds of trees
In this world of different
Kinds of thumbprints

Deux

Do the voices inside
Eat away at you when you
Think of me like the leaves change
Do your feelings rearrange
Do you remember the first kiss
A kind of arousal in the sheets
Like the texture of the bed
Was somehow different without me in it
Did we milk it for all it was worth?
Trapped in the traffic of my mind
The chthonian spirits shake
My base root living daydreams in red
What a vision to be held
Cleaning out the shed
Playing house build the fort
To sleep in panels made out of fabric
We ask for light we want to
Live out here all night
Building the house of our dreams
Making dinner on a cardboard box
Covered in terry cloth towels
Bound to fall apart in candlelight
A simpler time no doubt

Waterblocks

Est-ce que tu ne laissez pas moi?
He says, “You’re not letting me!”
It cannot make me happy
If you are not well and ready
Dancing on glasses filled
With water gripped by your feet
Long toes almost a second
Pair of hands to balance you out
Elegant smooth and flowing
Your soul is Sumerian your skin
Is dark your words are French
As I’m following or almost standing
In your way you are perfect
By design as my eyes are entranced
By your company my heart
Is throbbing like a drum
And you must prepare for your dance
Your smile is contagious and
Mine will not break in your presence
With dark glossy midnight mauve
Hair watch it dangle over your eyes
We cannot make impact until
I am completely out of your way
And my walks are also down
How many are there
How many to account for
I find a sledgehammer in my toolbox
I can help us both get here
Si je me retire du chemin!
Get out of the way
Si je me débarrasser du blocs!
Remove the block
Will you also dance for me
Or is this mistaken love
Passion is so tricky
In the chemical world

Froth

The faster we float away
From one another the kowtower
Crumbles into the cracks
Of a deserted earth that has
Seen nothing of water or grass
In what would become 600 B.C.
Theirs was a past life pavilion
Special fruits and flowers
Only appeared in delicate
Quantities but like everything
Fragile they too broke intolerably
Before the second rising of
A double headed moon that was
Eager to become its own identity
The villagers were unaware
That anything had changed and
Sleep contoured the sky as
Their breaths were confirmed into
A night full of comets scouring madly
As though they knew they would
One day become the bloodline
To fireworks and the birthstone
Of a dimmer time when it was
Necessary to light up the celestial
Heavens as the sun could only
Boil for so long but never did
Restful nature plan for the future
Of its distant existence to ponder
A once past because the curls were
Made of silk and the lips were
Of lust licking passion from
Other worldly souls whose winged
Creature-like existence was
Something like riding narwhals
No one had a console to turn off
Writing was on each other’s backs
The taste of skin was like
Biting into a peach plucked
Perfectly from the tree of life
Sensual bliss and salty reality
A divine breath of being
Sailing in opposite directions

Vines

It’s like one of your lives going away
We take a hit and there is Zelda
No getting it back that part is over
Oblivion to a proper transparency
Desperate as hungry hyenas
Yet it is written on the leaf
Underneath where the light shines
Through pinholes the stars bathe
In the absence of all eternity
Even for extraterrestrial beings
Who hide in our peripherals
It’s a different kind of work
When we close our eyes
Are you afraid to wake up
Massalia calls to the abandoned
La ville de Béziers asks to be
Unforgettable too the stoney
Bridges are like archways
Traveling through the minds
Of our ancestors into us
The dog barks and my thirst
Is unquenchable although
There are gallons of water to
Appease the yen pines for
Something even more to get
Closer to the folklore of the
Ultimate pinpoint if to dagger
It out and make one last attempt
To touch the base sink the target
Sending out an SOS