poetry – Page 9 – Poétique

Peau À Peau

It didn’t work the way she tried it
Like an acrobatic performance
Turning me into a trapeze or a
Trampoline screaming violently
Is this a happy anger circus
Call in the clowns what
Happens next, lion taming?
My legs were jelly and the
More I thought we were
Connecting the further I
Slid away down the bed
Out the door what just happened
Woohoo ride ‘em cowboy
Let’s have a party
Not sure if I was invited
Every moment leading up to
An accumulation of
Emotions that were present
Because they exploded
From the womb like a factory
Of bliss waiting to kiss
Every part of you or him
Even eating you alive
More mascara less blush
A tavern for cocktails
Before and after with
Moody music
Something to look forward to
Do better make it worse
Something to look forward to
Cigarette on the back porch
Nothing left but the wishes
Of a gypsy after the cards were
Turned the vibe left us
Both wrenched
Better off friends

Observation

What happened to June
Was our love so noisome
That we could not bear the
Fragrance of one another
Blue broomed I chased you out
We have forgiveness still
Birds overhead when flew
Overheard what I thought
In my head questioning you
Nose to nose we meet
Making history with every
Breath we breathe and
Intimacy is running
Streaks of color up
My back and back to
Where you’re at attracted
To the magnitude
Between and then
Rejected by the
Unpredicted feelings of
Life that come and go
Same as the door squares
Opens and closes
Hang me up marked for
Battle with eye black
To reduce the glare
From sunlight and
Future arguments that
Have nothing to do with
All the roses thriving outside

Embrace

Rejecting who I’ve become
Is the art of embracing who we are
Bricks on bricks finding out
What we are in the mortar
Nothing can chase the heart away
All that binds the fire inside
Deep and wide
Fills the left side
Fills the right side
Enough love this is
Enough but there is
Never enough
Ça suffit
I will be here to
Remind you always knowing

Lay down your head
On my pillow and
In the bed we understand
Everything the sheets say
Between us everything
And nothing
Dreams seep into
Our cases of deeper meaning
Not to miss a single moment
Is my magic working
Or is it pained
Remember that I tried
To love when it cannot be
To hide her love
Behind every other woman
Except herself for me
To rescue
To defeat
Compelled by more than one feeling
To dress the place with lies
Covered in your stains
Embrace me

Apparently

A strong desire to survive
I’m going to take that kiss
Whatever it means
No need to respond
Just let it rest there
And with the confidence
Of angels on horses
I can feel myself rising
With a sword and a bond
Towards the sky the deeper
Argument the truer self
Misfit to the decertification
What is it really?
Where does it rise up from?
The desire to be everything
And the pause from saying
Good-bye bye bye
Wendy, I need to take the day off
Can you manage without me?
It’s what stands apparently
To never get the chance
To know yourself
Apparently there is more to you
Than meets the eye
I knew that there was something
Special but what about
A horizon of light that views
Regarding excitement
To say what is false
What is true
What are we thankful for
A good time or a longtime
Lucky day chance betrays
No one

Quaternary

What is the harmony of nature
When can we make a bed in it?
What use do we have in being glum
Self criticism episodes disrupted
A dorsal cortex show for sure
To flee hastily, like a cat
An ocelot mimicking a python
Measuring quaternary heat
Just a piece of fruit causing dreamy
Contentment at the lips
Momentary forgetfulness
To take a drink from the cup of
Roman and Greek Gods
Deliciously secreted
Raw honey to render the bees
Balls are in court we play
The last word you would
Ever speak again the best
Words that were ever spoken
Still tongue tied and
Unable to speak
We keep cut flowers
In position free from
Simpering guilt and
Relinquishing an innocent rank
A term for incurring freedom
Not confinement lose the best
Of the attention
No good
No bad
Pierced by the holes
If a past has gaps
Filling in the separations

Impressions

If I ever lost sight
Of your beautiful face
Where would I be
What is the decision
That could make you
Stay to remain happy
To do what you want to do
Put my own happiness aside
Selflessly devoted
Treating you with grace
In the same way you
Respect me
Everyday is our own
Hung up to dry
By the love that’s alive
Seven dollars an hour
Wouldn’t matter
A cardboard box with you
Give you everything
I have to give
Live every moment
Every breath there
Is to breathe
To live
I would choose you
Before me
Just tell me
What you need

Evaporated

False humility
Yellow hands grasping
For something of substance
Just a shred of light
Whatever’s left

More than a typical night
A few more winks to spare
Funny how mornings we
Don’t have to be anywhere
It’s time to get up and
In days that require us
To be there we could
Lay down for hours

Garden is thriving
Thinking about what we
Do it all for why do the
Tomatoes grow
And who for?

Not enough books on the wall
To solve the crime
The birds in the yard spoke
Back and forth about a time
Chattering something of
Love and momentary lapse
Afterthoughts

Colored world in black and white
Any attempt to register the truth
Of the matter comes out in a
Sound of laughter and
Wishful thinking

Could’ve been more pets
Also kids school immersion
Lots of things we built towards
Caught it almost before the
Rest of the illusion shattered

No turning back
Freedom and pieces of my mind
Evaporating the us factor

Was it luck?
Maybe death or hard work
Living for nothing
Hoping for everything
While the birds click back
He did it for you!
I did it for us!
I did it for us!

Bullets

Orange guns gold teeth
Chase me down stand up to see
Me push you out of my house
Side door no fear
Running up from the bottom
Of the stairs threat or no threat
I have a family to protect
Get out!

Where do you think you are?
Not much time here now
Have to think on our feet
Even if the gun goes off
Keep moving forward
He’s shooting but I don’t care
No matter how many are
Standing there

End of the world is near
Cliff diving no gear here I come
Positioning of the sun is extreme
Contemporaneously audible
Ringing in my ears

Forge a different path
Tell a different story
One that’s nothing like
The one we’re living
With much more pleasure!

Richane

Ineluctable like the sun
Cut yourself some slack
Only so much time in the day
So how to make it last
Needle and thread
Single strand

Split hairs down the middle
Just a little bit more than before
Someone’s listening
Not quite sure where
Who’s singing in
What cage

Wild eyes running
Out of town messages
From a late start early reply
Not too quick and obviously sly
Sticky fingers no ego
Wanting for more
Needing less

I have a basic fantasy
Count the amount of keys
It takes to unlock me

Messy heart but easy start
If we get past the green parts
Early traditions are not lost on
True feelings and mine are
Thirsty to taste the painless
Possibility of don’t give a fuck
Futures pictured here

Crapahuter

Who is Calliope red head band
Disembark in a glycerine cloud
Eyes burning unrubbable
Before the pages are emptied
Erasing themselves crawling
On their own

Giving up the music and
Self worth only for a moment
A fever a sadness a tastebud
Waiting to savor the absence
Of something sweet or sour

Read it forwards or backwards
The outcome is the same and
And and we say what we say
To get away from the desperation
Subtle pain with a few stitches

Lots of clicking underneath
Fatigued eyes and beguiled
Self imposed law suits
Falling off swings in
New territories

Keep me from myself
Restraining all the parts
That would help refrain
The use of weapons like
Swords or other sharp objects

Overthinker makes a mad dash
For the syndrome of imposter
Sitting on a porch blowing bubbles
Teeth strained less weird
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