peaches

peaches. subsumed

all the rest
made me only more tired
so i stopped sleepin
now im
trackin shadows
cross the wall
while my ice cubes
wave water trails
into ginger ale
rattlin the cubes
against the glass
to remember you
the man above me
looks off the wall into space
dreaming of life
with someone real
i am sunk into a couch
like buried treasure
all the gouramis gape at me
silent kissing
an air bubble
tough feelings to feel inside
more than i can handle
i
rattle the cubes
to remember you
another character
jumps off a page
into my heart
i wonder bout the man
the life in two
dimensions. how safe not having
a back to watch
not being real
how safe
how dry
how terrible
you cannot
lend a friend
a hand or take a stand
brushed off
like you are. canvassed
for meaning
pretty rendition
come into my heart!
lemme hold you there
make you real
i rattle the glass
and remember you
wax inwards
street sweep the cottons
real estate gets pricey
along the ear canal
listen
i need an extension
of gratitude
outward. my ideals are almost met
almost
there is
there is
still time yet

what we thought we ever knew about anything

the Sea
her depths
wash out of the green
to constitute
a firmament of
jellyfish

inexact
unspoken
wobbly
uncatalogued

drawn off the balance of
good will

unaccounted for
in waves
in rolls

pretty coins
ripped open
swaying in the
tide

the amplification
of which
throws off
any and all
of what we thought we
ever knew about
anything

ensconce me

(re)cognition(s)

i thought all over you, i am sorry, i mean no harm, all my memories playin across your body and face like runny egg-white shadows and you don’t know what to do, so politely ensconced listenin to me go on and on about stuff we forgot purposefully long ago — OH — the damage i might do on accident, for me you would do anything, for you i would do anything, making something of you you are not, here with our cutoff gloves playing fingertipsies, blind to the sign language we are groping — THE — cognition is not fully lubricated, does not cover the entire street and buildings and sky and short bursts of nature in the medians, i guess in this ragtag mind i got, driftin here, pausing over there — BY — the cracks in the roads whereby loiters and got no business to be, trance music, clubs, dancing, you and me, why can i not hold up on our benevolency — PLEASE — i mean no recognitions, move along little thoughts, fly away, move along, there are interior spaces up in northern provinces, Canada and the like, which need fulfilling — SPACES — we will bundle ourselves up and head out into icy quiet not-threatening ones,  warmth of coffee and small talk, overtures of what we may be if we simply let ourselves trudge forward and go

Words on Fire V3E2

Words On Fire …Imagineers of Pyrotechnic Poetics Volume 3 Edition 2 ( for November 29, 2015 – January 9, 2016) featuring… Peter Spaulding sma river Evelyn Elizabeth Michael French Denise Baxt…

Source: Words on Fire V3E2

Nine twelve

I was stranded by my spirit in this body on the earth. Then I met you. Your ways. I could not concentrate anymore on a chalkboard. The teacher showed me the door. You saw me outside on a swing by myself. 

Nobody but you knew what I knew I knew you and me knew what we knew what we knew you knew me I knew you knew me too. 

You saw me outside but I was not myself on a swing by myself after we met I was not alone when you saw me by myself holding chains in the spirit your ways like waves like rays of sun had restored. 

m-path (song)

i took the m-path

out of the city, today

i took the blue line

just to see you, okay

 

i took the m-path

i had to see you, okay

abandoned buildings

electric lights, and rain

 

i came through tunnels

i surfed the channels

to see, your face

 

i came through rainbows

out of the city

to find, my place

 

just to be

by you, so true

 

chorus:

just 2 see you

just 2 be with you

it’s true

 

because i love you

i really love you

i do