(a poem of youth, love and anxiety)
Good morning!
Through mourning,
We've slept through the dawning
new day, through the awning
the light sees us, yawning
And happy
and settled
and would not
have mettled
in this fine moment for a damned prize
for here all is still and there all is fine
And this poem'll spill forth, line by line
for damn me if I'll e'er forget her eyes
... phew, quite some high-flying prose
"shan't" you now be comparing her to a rose?
Or a glum summers day? or whatever else, bard?
for flowery speeches and rosy treatises
is shit you can pull from many old geezers
but seizing the writhing moment - that's hard.
Try to return to it now, you abstracted fool
Return to those moments that makes dopamine drool
And I'll see you there, sober and cold in your haze
And I'll see you there again - for the rest of days.
ESCAPE ME
ELUDE ME
YOU WON'T KNOW OF MY NAME
DISTRACT YOURSELF FROM ME
FOR LOVE IS NOT YOUR GAME
BUT I'M THE REFEREE
I DECIDE WHEN YOU'RE READY
I DECIDE WHEN YOU ARE DONE
Phew! what a day!
Walking for all the hours
Talking throughout the showers
Of art, love, and hearts crushed
Of death, cats and plans rushed
we get back, for our legs are knackered
we settle in, here behind the plaquard
number one-hundred, a street of the best
And in that vibrant room, an active rest:
Nesting here, duvets and sheets
Comfortable, our hearts in beats
Quite a high-flying diet
of weed and pussy riot
There it lies, dead fish
There we lie, dead-ish
Minds slipping away
Souls linked for the day
for there
it is
In there
it lives
a truth
a heart
that tears
apart
love over
fear over
sex over
tears
and then
and then
and then
We decide on tomorrow
a mattress you'll borrow
for next I stay over
we know it's no bother
chloroform and coffee
cuneiform in my sensory
perception of our time
together, our new rhyme
two lives, there to be made
a future, with past is paved
yet past is past is gone
and not seen under the sun
And there is no doubt
in my heart
that I sought a bout
of the heart
and that I will know
'bout the heart
plenty of that glow
in the heart
of that sweet Hope
that I had eloped
to seek in sloped
hills of the wood
and there it'll be
And all'll be good
dry eyes will see
that sweet flower
like sun it'll have shone
and then dour
with winter, is it gone?
