Posts for June 5, 2024 (page 6)

Crescent,

take me

in the flow,

mistake me

for the native that

I know

I am
 
basking in your beat,

while I take

your sweet, sweet

sound…

meet me in the street

greet me

as I

indiscreetly

feast

on your sway

all night

all day

until you’re mine

All souls divine

defining

your music

heard in youth

that resurrects

and wrecks me.

Desire

now the crime

redesigned

killing time

in a way

most fine

“And I think

I’m gonna

love you

for along, long

time”

with thanks to Linda Ronstadt’s lyric line from:  Long Long Time 

It began with 

Day 1
Today and for the near future
I am not a poet
I am the messy goo
Of transition
And transformation
Sticky And warm
Sloshing about 
Softly and quietly
Waiting for
My wings

I’m standing on business,
securing the bag.
This is coming out my grill!
I understand the assignment.
I usually write about my op.
Today I will cook
and glow up.
Not ick.
I eat.
This poem slaps,
a dub and it’s lit.
I wear drip and
hit different.
My poetry is gas and not
rizz nor mid.
This is bass periodt!
I’m a snack with a drip.
Gat!
A sneaky link,
passing the vibe check,
very low key.
About to pull up.
High key!
I’m dead, weak, dope
definitely not cap,
scary or suss.
You will be shook!
This will be your bop.

It’s that time of the year where I remember again,

He was always a lover, but never a friend.

I can’t pretend this is anything new,

I guess I just feel better around you.

Blushing from your gaze,

Had me nauseous for days.

I’ve been euphoric for weeks,

Switching my weight between my feet.

Rosy red and cool baby blue;

Ice and spice honey, we always knew. 

You and me baby, alone

In an oh-so crowded room.

Golden threads and new white shoes,

It’s haunting that he’s still my muse.

Under the covers and wearing thin,

I wish it was you, and never him.

Muddled into two, him and you.

I guess I just feel better around you.

Nostalgic for something that never existed,

I hate how he kissed me, even though I miss it.

I love you for the good times

In spite of the bad.

I guess you can’t lose something

That you never had.

I had a plan
and a map
all laid out
made it out
of the gate            beaming

stumbled
at the next step
two poems I drafted
on the long drive back,
none finished. What a joke

whispered the exchequer
Aimeless, I stare
past the screen.
Ruthless ,I cancel
the spin, shut it

down in a clap.
Give in to the depth, 
the cot calls.
Pearls of joy,
a full day’s harvest 

tuck me in before
I can ever start counting.
One day.  No harm in
skipping just this one.
Two and three stand
laughing as I welcome

old men returning.
Feel the treasure
in the safe
embrace. Moments
dropped will beg       a recount.

color so saturated
even the camera can’t
distinguish one petal
from another

I am famished.

Shall I stare
until my meals gone cold,
dispose of it like trash?

Or should I relish in the first bite,
the second, 
the third,
until I’ve consumed it all
and there is nothing left
but crumbs of what was there before?

I ate too much.

The truth about God,
is not unwieldy, 
nor precious.
More like a tree, 
orderly like that,
and home. 

She jumps up and down red curls bouncing
Gamma! i dancing!

Her giggles echo as she spins in circles
Ruby silly! she shouts.

In her world gravity is optional 
as she climbs fearlessly in the playground.

Every puddle is an invitation to barefoot dancing
and even when she slips, she laughs.

A little firecracker
wild spirit ablaze,
child of my child
light of my world.