hip and cool

In the darkness of the day I can feel his arms around me

as far as he is

he can duck and press the gas medal

quickly, urgently, not even a riot

could stop him from ringing my bell;

he can come up close to me

and kiss me with his fluent tongue,

charming words,

hot love escaping his pores

as he races to see what the fuck

I am up to today

with my theory of the day mood swings

poetry readings in crumpled sheets

playlists of old tracks of my heart

that still make me pounce

on the front line of his soul.

Every city sinks at one time or another

every colour turns blue

shades of grey

are just a fantasy

memories float on the river

of my small city

(who the hell collects postcards besides me

who the hell cares for seashells

in the middle of winter).

One hundred pages left in my galley

but I have to check on my sanity

from time to time

escape the characters in my head

that live and breathe

without my knowledge

never wanting their story to end.

It is never enough to love for eternity

not even  possible

to have one love

all a mere rock on the bottom of the ocean

no one can see.

Ready for him

when he is

determination

should be written on his sleeve.

The only lovers left are the poets

creating a secret world

among the appearances

of the living

who often

seem dead. I am so alive.

Come from your frustration

and enter my highway

park

drive

and stay a while.

Write another poem.

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7 comments

  1. bleedingoutink · February 18, 2015

    “The only lovers left are the poets
    creating a secret world
    among the appearances
    of the living
    who often
    seem dead”
    so brilliant, so poignant, so true
    Love Xxx

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ThePower&TheG · February 18, 2015

    Those himalayas of the mind

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Geo Sans · February 20, 2015

    rare discoveries
    reading old journals
    from decades ago
    ~
    poets as anthropologists
    discussing dead
    technologies

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Chrissy · July 20, 2015

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:

    poets

    Like

  5. georgeforfun · July 20, 2015

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Chrissy · July 20, 2015

    Gotta stop spoiling me like this💙

    Like

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