#savantegarde

[getcareless]

Out The Window

Out the window I’m staring as the wind blows

and I write a little prose with my nimble fingers.

My summit peaks with the way “things” goes

as we smoke and the limo lingers.

She was lucid, driver, and I think so

because my universe burns like timber

whenever she gets close, I simmer.

I feel exposed via posies and roses.

The story is said to unfold this winter.

JP

[getcareless]

Let Me Start With Thoughts

Let me start with thoughts,

that I can never truly complete,

and turn them into words

that float

all hollow

and shimmering

until

a cluster forms sentences

that I never really just say

from my mouth.

Ever wanted something so badly,

even after you had it,

you still couldn't have it?

JP

[getcareless]

I Need Remember

I will stop writing poems when I see all the stars blow out as if I have wished on too many candles. I will be done with words until I have lived my life and whatever it handles because - because I need remember, in order to find who I am.

JP