terça-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2025

Everchanging eyes you remember

 Through the boredom you sought me
looking at you conjuring the shine
Did you see the way my eyes
 ran over your surprise

The way I wouldn't look away
felt me going in far enough to stray
Distant subtle harps you pondered
Inside your mind you wonder

My thoughts squeezed you out
Ran through the stream of day a spout
You refused there was ever a time
As if thinking of me was a crime

You would sleep and there they would be
My everchanging eyes clear as clarity
whatever they aroused within you
You'd never admit risking flattery

Wake looking at ceiling
kiss shape formed on your mouth
Slowly dozing slowly smiling
dreams rising and receding like tides

Next time these eyes will be easier to find
Downloaded into the center of your mind
I love women like you pretending to be reviled
overpowering etiquette perfume of denial

Dancing around these sensitive truths
Are you my muse, or am i that to you?



Dissimilarity

 I only turned my back on them
Because I wasn't welcome
And places where I was welcome
attempted exploitation

Groups sent me out
I nodded and left
Sometimes offended
sometimes relieved

I walked as a pariah
Solitude and quiet time alone
I would reapproach and be rejected
Then accept my reality

The other loose ends wanted to bond
They couldn't see their own goodness
Conspiring to trick one another
Teaching me the merit of a lie

Soon enough I left them too
Not by my own choice
But because I didn't fit in there
I was the uneven piece

I finally felt my eeriness
My misplaced neediness
I didn't measure up well
No comparison whatsoever



Deflection

 those train tracks could still heat up in spring
Tragic rails toward the capital
We walked sometimes hand in hand
I couldn't get a read on it

The pavement sweat
I spat
she cursed me
I deflected but points were lost

At the train station
we waited like fishermen for the tide
late afternoon couldn't interrupt the silence
But as those tragic rails shook chatter arose too

The carriage shot through like an unwelcome thought
doors opened elderly hobbled out
We in our lost youth climbed in
agile spiders

A chuckle a swing around the hand rail
Seated seductive grin filled up the train
The pale stained linoleum sweat
I cursed cynically

She deflected and we were even
trouble poured out of her
She screamed through the empty wagon
Noone saw us

For we were a flash of youth
A passing sunset too bright missed by most
Pure illusion projecting gentle happiness
when our guts stored wrath

Bias a narcotic

 I bought her opium from the city
aniseed flavored lollipop narcotic
ritual like on grandmother's quilt
She slowly licked at it

The town was huddled
People lived their desperate agendas
She slowly slipped into euphoric trance
going further and further into herself

The vase expanded and contracted
The poppy flowers inside seemed to grow
then spontaneously drip glue like substance
The city stirred and rummaged through itself

She looked into her ownself
The hours of life blending into messages
surging up onto her own tongue
as she told herself her own story

The parked car

 We put the car on the side of the hill
We always tended to make things more difficult
The city was difficult cluttered compact
we attempted to enter the car

I opened the door using my body weight to control it
From the angle I had I couldn't get in
The other family members tried to get in as well
Their doors were jammed

We looked down the street
Into the celebrations chaos and disorder
People divided chasing their own interests
So we went our separate ways

segunda-feira, 8 de dezembro de 2025

The insides of a stranger

 Eyes appear from above
narrow alien smile
Looking directly at me
claiming me

as if to say
Hey you are doing alright
why don't you let me have a turn down there
Then a scar splits the aliens eye

He opens from the pupil down to the cheek
All the way down to the smile
Then he opens up no longer alien
He just looks like a worn human

scars and weary eyes 
cheeks flaked and wrinkled
looking the world up and down
asking it- so what is next?

talking to himself
his own face



A land of legend

 The dragons forehead down until it's snout
thick heavy bones across the land in the form of mountains
Following from the civilized towns of the south to northern badlands
distant storms drag over foothills then collect together

Break out sporadic aggressive lightening
illiminating the lowlands of the far horizon
eastern chaos
western stillness