Poetri

1.

In armor they’ve sought it
with desperate eyes
their inevitable fortune
their choice to despise

and in looking they lose it
their time marched away
on a road fear and greed hold them fast
dare they stray

2.

Unborn torn to pieces
their screams never heard
their souls in the mortar
to stain pestles with gold

sprinkled in creams
to apply here and there
to make over with babe’s breath
what age has etched there

3.

Her clothes bought too small
His swagger obscene
they’ve both lost their minds
for some false self esteem

4.

It ain’t holding on
you’ve got to let go
each moment meant exactly then
and meant to be no more

to rise inspired, the sun inside
ready to seize the day
open and accepting what wonders may come
of a new page in life unafraid

a child, fresh eyed and untainted
still excited to go outside
smell the dirt, the bark, the worm, and the dog
and follow the bugs where they hide

5.

High from the joy in the sound of your voice
from the song in your heart
from the hugs that you give
the caress of the warm wind
the ocean of clouds
the butterfly, firefly – from all things that live

from the whispers ’round sleeping
the laughter in play
deep breaths and daydreams
leaf speckles, sun rays

the gratitude for life – for all possibilities
this is the fountain of youth
and I pray with each big smile and every scraped knee
you’ll enjoy every moment in truth.

Drugged
A belly full of something you ate too much of
Because it was there
And there was nothing else to do
Except…
But you’re trying to give that up
For a few days anyway

And you’ve got no place to be
Which is why you’re still in bed
The bed sheets two weeks used now
Still soft
Just smelling like you

Your crevices are a bit grimy
With a funk that’s familiar
Not entirely unpleasant enough to keep you
From smelling your fingers after getting in those
Personal spaces

“This is what I smell like.”
You muse, picking your nose and flicking something
Out into space
At least you tried

Satisfied
You put your hands behind your head, underneath your pillow
With an acceptance that is quite lazy
A bit nasty
And close your eyes

Because there is nothing
How much is nothing
A fart on the wind
A reason for living
A sunny sky under a lonely tree, thinking
How I hate thinking
And dream anyway
Lazy, asleep on a river, sunburned mildly and grinning
A waterfall – nothing more than a dream to never wake from
The shouts from the shore taken for proof of love, drunk for granted
Like birdsong and shadows you can feel speckling your face
But there is nothing
Just something that will be forgotten
And forgotten – had never existed, but to me
And so I bit her
To leave my mark
For a little while

Light is life
Light is the illusion
Did the darkness hate itself
And scream a spark
A child called love

The mother majority
Gave birth to the minority
Bleeding out
For warmth

Sensually disabled
The firstborn envied man
A mortal being
A dying flame

Sight and sound
Siblings spewed out
Like fireworks
The darkness taking them back

I have lost you
I have lost interest in you

Your scent is old
The sour aftertaste of a dream held too long
And scraped off of memory with the harsh reality
Of a jealous and unapologetic sun

The back of my throat is cold
I will not swallow anymore thoughts of you

The vapor of your absence
Is an intoxicating emptiness

With eyes half closed I let my spirit of hope disappear

And leaving
See you

A stranger