Le tongue is prosaic
At best sort of lost in the
Palimpsest tossed onto
Papyrus and leaves
A mix of water and
Greensleeves to do the
Job for every ear and
Eye to behold the
Underfold of irritation
to explain not every word
Is arcane but many of the
Hiding behind the truth
Of needing to believe
Were understood if you
Can catch my drift
Get my meaning
Climb inside me
Close as you can be
It’s rare they do exist
I have had one of these
The strong words we
Tell ourselves in order
To achieve some distance
From the emotions of the
Blazing sun in our eyes
Fighting with computers
And life just to get the
Words out on the page
Music saves me the
Notes convey the things
I need to say whether
They get it or not
The love the smile
What hits the spot
It’s all coming out
In a rush having nothing
Means having something
When we hav me a little more
It feels like too much to
Behold and so we go back to
An empty seat in the
Airport waiting at the
Terminal to board
A plane that takes us
Out of our prosaic minds
Poetically to
Find a world that rhymes or
Doesn’t keep the time
Irrelevant motions
Broken behaviors
Temporary saviors
What’s in it anyway
Hide behind the hedge
Listen to the conversation
Of strangers fall asleep
With whisky on your lips
What’s the difference
It’s all poison
So some say love
Would be the same
Poison on our lips
We can’t resist
© GÄ
Poétique 