our interruption(s).
Memories of you surprise me.
now with an after taste of joy
A lifetime ago lives within
walls turned oasis interrupted
I felt fracture long before pain
and I don’t think I’d have it any other way
You told me in your mother tongue to be clear
and I cried oceans in mine to keep you from drowning
I wonder where sleepless nights are stored
Humid air seven beers in and a rude waiter
You played a bird’s opening
we forgot
we forgot
we forgot how to play
I changed the water in our vase today
Attempted to save the flowers as they stubbornly asked me to let them go
I saved the petals and begged for (more)
One more hug
Like when love ended and we tried to preserve scent memory the feeling of something that had already moved on
Can I recover reinvent overcome return to
Pieces
Of dreams thoughts plans breaths
Cheeks flushed with hope.
Who will tell you when I pass on?
(Tell my lovers that I’m gone).
‘cause i forgot about you or me a while ago
ages have passed me by hanging out with you
and we went everywhere we could look up to see
jumped in their anything we would experience and
got lost in thoughts until you were beside me in thinking
when i fell behind you continued holding onto us we made
decisions because we did not learn what i learned from experience
talked over in conversations where listening easily replaced hearing
when being felt was misunderstood by our words and you were
untouchable and so leaves in fall’s breathe escape our grasp
while kissing our cheeks flushed with hope
where do we remember us?
Snittade om blommor idag, försökte rädda dem. Såg kände hörde dem viska ’Snart finns vi inte mer’ så jag sparade några blomblad och bad dem leva lite längre. Som när kärleken tog slut och jag ville bevara doften minnet känslan av något som redan begett sig. Kan jag återvinna återuppfinna övervinna återfinna,
Bitar
Av drömmar tankar planer andetag.
Tempo broke.
cloaked believers into shattered beginnings reminding us again that there are moments before requirements
when space and kinship are held out
as doubts benefit from our need for each other
Where we believe in each other beyond
disappointment and into wondering if maybe next time we can try something different
Listening for acceptance in between the kind tickling and laughter
Holding our breath for the moment when air is abundant and time is not constrained
We fled to be able to stay and now staying makes us miss marks points and home is a panicked haphazard sonnet
Beautiful but sensitive to aftershocks -
adapt or quit and then adapt when they
find and try to move us
Where do we go to ride this shit out?
be damned.
where
to who
why are
or what may
oh my how to
and will they we
brew something more pungent than funk
tiptoeing on trails carved from too much traffic
traversing a pathway towards a meaningless answer
pleading in tomes of misery’s cadence a tempo
a meter our return to measure in search of breaks
where we sit close to notes yet to be played cloaked
in robes of mythology tithed until religion a belief with an army and a navy subjectives of a war whose origin is book and chapter verses history narrative a story about what happened and yet still not what happened a transcription translated and translated again comes with our prefatory note on method detailing our problem with translation as we are draped in linen cooling temperaments about what are we to do cause the first time still had their stench of tyranny
what is this demand for that which has requirements?
responsibility
sensibility
a way
not born of our exclusion of acknowledgment as valuable rather our recognition of sanctity while taking it up taking it on and moving with it
many would have us believe in good and evil
rather than cause, consequence, care, and communication
often
thought as words
is a request for our thinking-in-action
with a regard for prose
heretics herald blasphemies
as comedic relief from tragedies
of lives lived in serial co-habitations
potentials with paralysis
what pressing lacks
antiaesthetic.
We were only clouds allowing for light.
they.
who live forever
nestled in misnomer’s
refrain playing softly at midnight
café where piano melodies carry out
emotions who possess lyric with disobedience
they were
thoughtful in terms of negation
conversations maligned with malice
investigate interrogate and refuse understanding
in lieu of a corrected-self righteous(ness) with indignities
reserved as rights and means justifiable without cause
they
why am i still here
walking into a sunrise
night’s furor becomes ombré
in brilliance where prayers are lost
stammered mutterings of hope are
affirmations of care without requirement
they are
contained in belief
letting go is my sanctuary
vulnerable to everything and
that nothing it contains i am no longer
held as if i ever was held i never was held
they will
always hold on to me
called it a holdings company
possessed by agreement nonetheless
theirs becomes ours
a nurturance in absentia.
with gratitude; we have spoken.
