I have checked
too many times
to count and analyze
what x means in relation to o
counting hearts
along the shores of my mind
waiting for theater shows
from my old drama class
to play scenes
from my manuscript.
A few sips of this tangerine dream tea
and presto
a poem is sprung
from my private highway
steering the myriad ways
that lyrics and poetry
headphones and paperback
continue our métro treks
from one part of this city
to another.
Trying new restaurants per capita
like ice cream flavors
kissing at bus stops as teenagers do.
I am not so easy to love, this I know. Thinking about this and that
how my heart has a protective bat
that hits metal hearts that break through.
You left me at the beach
I was working at that bar in Old Montreal
the one my boyfriend ran
putting money in jukeboxes
to hear Come As You Are
in 120th anniversary celebrations.
You could not have found a better place to say hello and good-bye
until six years later
it was the Act 5 Dream
with Mexican directors
shouting “take three”
and as you sat there
watching my artistic train wreck
you envied my hands
my hair
my mind
how I let my guard down
when your eyes rested upon mine
even with your poker face on
I saw through your magnetic eyes.
The director said you had the perfect stance
as you sat there
along the shoreline
contemplating love
life
pain
loss
my heart ached
but it was all an act.
I put another coin
and pressed the same song
drank some Metaxa
shots
and overslept.
Missed my train
and forgot to unravel
the myths once again.
My shift started at five
so I took a shower
and dreamt about the taste of your salty lips.
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Feel free flying with the wings of dreams..
Glad to find you.
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Thank you…flying on words.
I just love your work,it feels so effortless.
That’s so nice of you to say. It comes out easy but this one started yesterday and ended today. I had no idea where I was going with it…thanks!
Beautiful! Admire how you write such lengthy poems, am not able to do that. Great work.