Who – Poétique

Abeyance

Myrmidon passion
No fear for love really
I could start again
Anytime

Married myself
Ring on both fingers
Had one on each
For two others
Now for myself
What’s left
To burn

Keeping alive
That’s a thing right?
Aren’t we all doing that!

Think of a time in your life
When something important
Was hanging in the balance
Paused, unresolved, waiting…
Am I

Waiting to shape
The eventual outcome
Found in the “in-between”
A state more frustrating
Less like irritation
More like fertile thoughts
For reflection

There’s no overreacting
No overriding just
A beautiful abeyance
That swings in the air
Gives way like a pendulum
A sound or a bit that is
Hinderless to the ears

Feel you feel me
Deservingly quenched

She wanted me to braid her hair
I sat up in bed and began to braid
A single blonde braid down the
Back of her head and she needed
To find her friend so she left
I followed her out to wait
And found a very attractive man
Laying on a couch on the porch
Outside, asking if I could share
His space with him laughing he
Obliged I couldn’t remember the
Last time I laid on a couch
With a stranger and somehow
I felt like I had known parts of him
His story flashing a little before my
Eyes of his home and one of
His lovers kissing him outside
On the front lawn though I had
Never visited I remembered being
When she returned she brought
Me three nicely folded pairs
Of jeans and a pile of one dollar
Bills some torn and some folded
As I tried to count the money
I realized I wasn’t finished with
Her hair she had unbraided it
And she was happy and glowing
She said I needn’t finish, that we
Had completed it and she liked
It as I helped count through the
Money to determine a charge
I was distracted by some peacock
Feathers on the wall that I began
To braid underneath as one would
French not Dutch and you could
See the glimmer of the multifaceted
Colors clamoring back into
My eyes reflecting a myriad of
So many experiences as I
Finished the owner of the café
Walked by, and I saw my friend
Timmie whom it had been so…

…many many years I embraced her and asked her how she was.

She cried a bit and said
You don’t remember me you
Have forgotten me all these years
And I reminded her that it wasn’t
True that I had sent cards and letters
Thinking of her often her tears
Began to dry and her face changed
A bit and we both realized that
We didn’t know one another at all
And in fact we were new friends
I looked a way as her face had shifted again
As I turned back her skin had gotten
Much darker and she looked very
Different in fact her entire person had
Changed to he who was French perhaps
Caribbean or African I wasn’t sure
But I was excited to make their
Acquaintance he said in an accent
“Maybe your friend doesn’t speak
French haha!” He looked at me with
Small eyes pushed close together
And two tiny gold teeth in front
With crosses on them standing
Out a bit almost buck-like
I couldn’t contain my excitement
I said, “Tu parle le français?!!”,
And put my hand out to him
Enchanté ! He observed me without
Speaking and turned half of his
Face away and I exclaimed, “D’accord!”
Only if to say, you don’t want to know
Me?? Well fine then… twisting away
I ended up back at the table counting
The ones to give back to the girl
Who had taken out her single braid
Happily enjoying her wavy hair
Which was now also multicolored
As she lay on her stomach with her chin
Lightly placed over folded hands patiently
Waiting to receive whatever amount
I had come up with the number
Forty-five kept ringing back to me
As it were I was satisfied with any
Number or no number of bills
Overall the experience was
Plenty enough to afford the beginning

Runaway

He says she’s amazing
So he can remind himself
It was a good choice to
Be with her id est marry…

Pedestal to chant everyday
Into bankruptcy for affection
Whatever you say dear
Was something
Better than nothing?

Laughing she placed
Her hands around his throat
Ready to choke the life out
Truculent at its utmost
Super physical

Let’s get it over with
She beckons him to the bed
But really wants to finish
Before it’s started
Sex is irrelevant to her
Close to dead

A bigger star
A bigger sun
Can be won

Frame it as an opportunity
To learn what true love
Can become after the storm

Soak

It’s a deep soak or a
Casual underlining of
Nuance euphemistically speaking
All of us forgetting each other
I live as if I could die tomorrow
How do you live?

Baby grains and wheat stains
Rolled out into a papyrus
To record the memories
Unforgettable dreamscapes
That feel like reality
Questionably so

Trying our best at a cakeless walk
But still seeking the sweet
Holding out to be glued to
Temporary existence
In an eternity

What time is it anyway
It won’t matter who
After they forget you

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
Say more

Turning

We’re just taking turns
Going in circles
Ready to manifest out from
Our cocoons of healing
Unbroken start over again
Introductions

Recall the security blanket
If a routine and a method suffice
Hold tight to knowing
The unknowable is
Always there for you

In a foreign land
We feel further away
From our internal land
But closer to who we
Truly are

Look into the eyes
Of someone you hope to
Kiss one day

Look into the eyes
Of a stranger and wonder
Who they will become

Gushing to share
Eager to listen

Where do we get off
And when can we begin?

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

Échafauder

Ill ne baba je I kept repeating
What’s wrong with your father
When everything makes you sick
You see the weakest dog in the pack
Being attacked you want to protect
Them like other dogs may want to rescue
The weakest one stays calm so
They do not hurt him and the crazy
Lady of the neighborhood should be
The one who is protecting her own
But she cannot even protect herself
From the man she has bedded down
With because he is the one who enslaves her
But her story was a great one once she
Is actually an inspiration and an angel
And her life went a different direction
So the rejected become again we too
Were also amazing and then we are
Discarded doves lain on the wayside
Even to ourselves and we must remind
Our inner guide to kick ourselves up
To get out of the sewer that rips the gold
Of life out of your gut that makes you ill
Ill ne baba je she said, very interesting
Everything makes you sick?
The woman repeated at the table
And the broken records still can play
They don’t have to be perfect
They can still make music but you want
To throw them away as your eyes lose the light
Like the light in the eyes of a child
When we are most tired exhausted spirits
We still have to fight to be good
It’s like eating fire even when you don’t
Want to feel good to remember
He’s not going to go
Do you protect the father you don’t know?
So what is your father?
How do you know if you are good
When you are a fatherless child
Moth in the water

Who Knows

You feel like you’re falling apart
Like everything you have
Maybe means less than you
Thought it would or does or
What does it mean to be
Too much around the edges
Crispy and hard to digest
What a nap could most likely fix
Is also not totally guaranteed
I can smell the faint smoke
Of the neighbors cigarette
Lingering in the air
The thought of moving to a
Different town smelling
Someone else’s smoke
Lingering in the air perhaps
Even Greece appeals to me
In a way that sort of forgives
This avant garde way of living
A sip of redemption and
Perhaps an escape along the
Edge of a cliff not pretending
To be alive or escaping
Reality but just wanting
To be fiercely honest about
Who I am and now gravely
Entangled by some betterment
Of what doing well for or
As well as a person could be
At living life; ejects me into what
Would give up some deeper
Resolution to the meaning
Of life or at the very least
Help release the grasp I
Have so tightly gripped
Onto thinking I was going
About it in some especially
Wonderful way but
Who knows

Who We Are

We only pretend to be friends
So it’s not weird if we don’t
And from the outside looking in
Everyone believes that we’re friends
The truth hurts

We only give in because we need
Certain things but it’s true
If I had to assume you would be there
I know not to rely on you
That’s real

I feel better knowing that I lie
In hopes of how you are behind
My back and fake tears that are cried
Because I don’t have to wonder
If you have plans

My heart says keep it to yourself
I feel the opposite behind your mirror
I sense that you respond completely
And antithetically to me
That’s just you

I could drink to kill the pain or to
Forget that you’re insane but then
I’d just wake up again to face
The ultimate fact of the matter
It’s just who we are

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