slow walking round the ponds
sunbeams mixing with the pealed out church bells
rippling out along with the ponds at a steady beat
the geese are on their toes digging on the jazz
that whiffs like smoke from a nearby café
dimanche 4 octobre 2009
Between Two Glances
a little more time between two glances
a few more words between the lines
a scrap of conversation,
an unsweet nothing whispered in my ear
everything can come tumbling back down
the note of her voice is enough
that she is sad rips me apart
my fingers knotted
... to take her in my arms
my own weakness
if i were to leave it all behind
to drop everything
these words are mine
these words
formed by no more than an inability to communicate
these words have no meaning
these words are not mine
how can anything belong
when we can’t even keep the words within our grasp
all of it disappearing
all things going back to their original
to see her eyes shine i would tear out my own
to caress i would cut off my hands
today is not the day that i was looking for
not for what i hadn't lost, but simply had never had
everything getting in my way
a fog hanging over my coffee chilling it to bitter drizzle before it could reach my lips
dirty drainpipe
filthy in my electric blue silk boxers
ready to give in at any moment
my mouth working for the enemy
blocking all forms of oral communication
my room wrinkled with fatigue
metro was cold and empty
everyone was sick of the whole damn thing
lets just get the holidays over with
lets just flush it all down the toilet and say that we ate the cake
still keep her ring on my finger
can't stop touching it and turning it around on my finger
every time a door slams it must be her getting out of her car coming here to lie in my arms
no one is there to pick me up from the ashes
no one is there to scoop my soul from the ground
to send it flying on its course to another world
a few more words between the lines
a scrap of conversation,
an unsweet nothing whispered in my ear
everything can come tumbling back down
the note of her voice is enough
that she is sad rips me apart
my fingers knotted
... to take her in my arms
my own weakness
if i were to leave it all behind
to drop everything
these words are mine
these words
formed by no more than an inability to communicate
these words have no meaning
these words are not mine
how can anything belong
when we can’t even keep the words within our grasp
all of it disappearing
all things going back to their original
to see her eyes shine i would tear out my own
to caress i would cut off my hands
today is not the day that i was looking for
not for what i hadn't lost, but simply had never had
everything getting in my way
a fog hanging over my coffee chilling it to bitter drizzle before it could reach my lips
dirty drainpipe
filthy in my electric blue silk boxers
ready to give in at any moment
my mouth working for the enemy
blocking all forms of oral communication
my room wrinkled with fatigue
metro was cold and empty
everyone was sick of the whole damn thing
lets just get the holidays over with
lets just flush it all down the toilet and say that we ate the cake
still keep her ring on my finger
can't stop touching it and turning it around on my finger
every time a door slams it must be her getting out of her car coming here to lie in my arms
no one is there to pick me up from the ashes
no one is there to scoop my soul from the ground
to send it flying on its course to another world
Posting the old poems ...
As I can't seem to get it together to write anything new for the moment, I am going to start moving through all of the old stuff I wrote. It's all sitting on my computer. Been there for years. I'll start putting it up and giving a quite edit and comment. Maybe I'll be inspired. Maybe you will be. At least it will then be be safe in the cloud.
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