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

© GÄ

Thursday

It will take me a minute or two
To process everything that I see
When my eyes open after I die
Is it outer spaces that behold
The lyrics to the song
Of the meaning to be told
Inner peace is all I need
It doesn’t feel like Thursday
Everything is eerily still
And the concrete sends
Echos throughout the town
With my feet quietly upon it
I scratch the surface of
A distance that is drilling
Dopplers of sirens in the background
Children screaming
The wings of birds are flapping
Much louder than yesterday
A spider to greet me in the shower
Roses and flowers still about
My front is facing north
My back is looking south
A woman dresses up her lawn
It doesn’t feel like Thursday

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Thereabouts

I know there’s something there
But I don’t know where
And I don’t know what
We can feel it but
We don’t know
How untrammeled

Like a canal
A tubular channel to lead the way
Some interstellar direction
But who can truly say
Would it be whom that knows
The passage leads the way?

There’s something there

© GÄ

Where I Am

Other fantasies
A treasure of tender
Attentiveness
Elemental endless
Scientists

What’s the formula
Potions of night and nothingness
Prized to be
Pressed up against
The lips like bowing
Heads of pink rust roses

Wisdom and humility
Letters to God
Good fortune dreaming
Blessings painted blue
In skies azure
You have such
Minimalistic measure
Beautiful messes
Fragrant tresses
Draped through
Long fingers curved up
Outwardly unfrozen

Eyes of love
Where would you
Have me list my heart?

In the crossword of
Some paper
An advertisement
Some new title
Of your favorite
Glossary or
Columned classifieds
Newspaper

Tell me how
To show you
Where I am

© GÄ