poetry – Page 37 – Poétique

Roommate

Glass windows everywhere
You’re sitting at the table
I see you looking at me
Into my eyes directly
A bigger space you say
We’re moving to a different floor
Sharing a place with your dad
Where we are exactly
I’m not sure to be honest
You don’t want to move
I’m only interested in
The elevator to your heart
We have plenty of room
We can stay in the same building
That we are currently
A smile and a kiss
A couple of plants
A small change of address
Seems all too reasonable to me
A number on the door
Dark eyes dark brows
Dark hair and a stare
And for what we’re in store
I can see that you’re here
Feel the trust that it’s real
With a rise to appeal
I’d recognize you on the street
Most definitively
Though I’ve not met you
Except in my sleep

All Day

We could make love all day
Around the apartment
It’s quite simple really
Take a break for some toast
The cat is napping
He won’t be disturbed
The dog is happy
He’ll not be perturbed
We could make love all day
In the apartment
The rain is coming down
So perfectly whilst the light
Is creeping in and soft is the sound
Like your skin also glowing
Certainly brightens the
Room so subtly highlighting
Our bodies reflecting
The imaginary colors of the moon
As we watch the
Steam from our hearts rise
I can see the shadow of
Your outline fade into the dusk
As it crawls away
From the perfect day
We could make love
In the apartment if
You haven’t anything else
That’s keeping you at bay
I’ve a piano and wine
The food here’s divine
No rush waking up by the way
We could make love all day
In the apartment so hey
Let me know if
You haven’t any plans
Or just text me when
You’re headed this way

Monarch

Queen of abandonment
She justifies her goodbyes
Because of course it’s your fault
No one is to blame but you
Too many times cold
The pain has been beared
Stop making excuses for yourself
You could have stayed close to
Her quashing ways
It’s not her fault you chose to leave
So bereave yourself
If you can afford
To set your needs aside
She will be your best friend
Arms opened wide
All you have to do
Is meet her on her terms
It’s not so bad but you might
Feel lonely when you want
To reach out and she’s not there
Feel as if she didn’t care
So instead remember her smile
Her very long hair
Remember her laugh
Remember her eyes and
Remind yourself of
The very good times
You both happily shared
String quartet
Exit

Most

Why are you here?
Why are we here?
What if the thing
That we feel bad about
Isn’t the thing that matters
Attempting to achieve what
We have earnestly before us
Eyeing at what we are grasping for
Realizing a thing is unbending
Unnecessarily standing in
The way of ourselves because
Attachment is strange
I’m supercharging
A kind of forced forgetting
Clarity in the moment
Burn the forgettable past
In a way previously
I had not known possible
That I could depossess
So much obsession focused
Into holding onto
Nothing that feels like something
This is the true story of letting go
Before it’s taken a hold onto
Whatever was swinging from
The rafters of an earlier background
Remmenants of the other shoe
After it’s gone what can you do?
Let go, say goodbye au revoir
Toodaloo

Speck

If it wasn’t for love
If it was mostly for money
Then the path to be chosen
Was the side door that opened
A cardboard box meant more
For love than another dollar
In the bank ever did
You can have so much
That you don’t exactly know
What you have
Throw away all the extra
Keep the important stuff
That’s enough if you know
How to count what that is
A walk around the block
Can really clear your head
And also unearth questions
About the meaning of life instead
Clean the slate dry it off
Pull out the washboard
Forget what was lost
Feels nice when it’s gone
Nothing to weigh the soul down
Free like a speck of dust
In the Puget Sound
Everything looks really tiny
Floating way above
Kind of like your troubles
42,0000 feet up in the sky

Nucleus

Water drips from the edge of the roof
Collecting thoughts in the perfect room
You can see the Golden Palace from here
A foolproof moment to be created
Manifesting the future in scorching hot
Breaths your body rests on top of mine
Imagining this for a lifetime is quite easy
To take you from behind and love you
Off guard more than you have been loved
Never before hold you in my arms and
Let our emotions get the better of us
A love stark love sparked nucleus
It’s every past experience that didn’t
Every opportunity that hasn’t
A rerun if all our hopes were fully hoped
Our time together is the journey
That we have been waiting to
Arrive every time we tried before
Climbing to the top of the stairs
There were signs I could’ve seen
Leaning out over the city
Palm fronds brushing against my cheek
Broken carriages and cobwebs
A cigarette on the balcony couldn’t
Heal all my wounds and predict patience
Reveal the past like Nostradamus
But the forthcoming patterns of passion
Hours and split seconds with you
Is a kind of ours that celebrates what
Could be the beginning of the perfect ending…

Basket

You’re not dead until you are
Hurry up late lots of eggs
Humble beginnings
Back to nothingness
To achieve everythingness
I made choices that I
Could never choose again
Experiences like reeds
Woven into the basket
That holds a singular lifetime
Never to return again
If but to haunt those
That are still living in it
Determination to fulfill life
Before the cord snaps
Please excuse me
I have a goodbye to attend to
But not mine yet

No Gold

Blue fingertips
Feel the blood rush back in
It’s no one’s fault
Deals have been made
Past promises choked out
White devils betrayal
What kind of writing
Has been written on the wall?
We must all live to die
But we will not
Always answer to the cry
Dancing and bewildered by
An empty sadness
That is released like a potion
Trapped in a bottle for centuries
Around a fire pit
Hot blue and green flames
It is a bad omen
To die under a lion
Threats for the grace
Of our lives and humanity
Are still alive today
Because someone else
Fought for us too
No gold can amount to that

Ghost

Even though you said I didn’t fail
Inside it still feels like I did often times
Winnowing out the grains of my soul
I have a sadness to behold
My head will not be buried
As the ostrich of the Miocene
I wear my burdens nobly so
Though not as a mark of achievement
But rather a scar to indicate
How I could be better
There are no shadows wide enough
To cover my human mistakes
Which now air themselves about
Like retired dandelion wishes
Suspended freely in the sky
We can also save ourselves
But we cannot always save the world
Behold the light in my eyes
Can you visualize how deeply I loved
Interpret this from celestial perspectives
From above my forehead is a map
And our voices are magnified
Now a ghost in the tunnel
Traveling vocals in between
You speak my name and
I come running to be seen
Once again by you
In my earthly state of being
My journey is yours
Send out the signal

PhD

Peering through violet lenses
My eyes are granted a different
Perspective on seeing
Perceptions on being
Without a PhD
I am suddenly my own
Doctor of Philosophy
Poet to Astronomy
Postgraduate achieving
My own degree
With significant and original
Research understanding
My own principles of being
Terminally denoting
Self awarding abnormally
In the field of life
In the fields of human experiences
In the field of inequality
In the fields of persistence
Through the existence of
Being alone and also
Owning close to nothing and
Also owing everyone
My thesis and dissertation
Defends the work of my
Consistent ability
To show up for living
In times when there was
Nothing left to be giving
And giving it all
Finding more from deep within
Overcoming the impossibility
To begin studying
On the campus of Earth
Conducting experiments
And trials of traditional
Tribulations I have achieved
Through my own pertinent
Knowledge and experience
The ultimate values and
Detrimental self criticisms
Accredited to and awarding
A personal escalation