Dancing in the car park, I’d have liked that,
music balanced on the car hood.
You and I working out how to move each other
slowly, one step at a time, without pain.
Watching meteors power through night sky,
I’d have liked that too; sparks and destiny
crashing in the frightening void, me
curled into your shoulder, everything and nothing.
I was quiet and you could not hear my thought
or count my heart’s pulse; could not feel
my desire to kiss a falling star you
and share a precious waltz in time’s chaos.
i’m struggling with free recording stuff .. there’s a glitch here but did my head in uploading never mind re-recording!
Easy to attract kind-less control, swallow it
for healing later. He asks if I could drop
the poetry, emotion, joy and soul
that compel me to drive storms, make
love in stars and smile at random
black holes trying to be bright. Lighten up,
I reply through clouds and fuzzy dreams.
My beat’s a crazy crow in a quantum heart;
I absorb sunlight intravenously, dance
in the car park to a rhythm that defies you
every time. By the way, that’s my flame
melting your achilles’ grip to ironic dust.
voiced : http://forgetmenow.podbean.com/e/summer-song/
If anyone should look for you on my phone for emergency,
blackmail or the paparazzi, there would be no trace
but for a random number which you could always say was
some weird mistake because, for sure, you never knew me.
I deleted everything. It was stupid, thinking that you meant
for me to hold your words, thoughts or, goddess
be amazed, feelings. So my phone is empty of our contact.
The rest will take a bit more precious time but I’m sick
of being someone’s secret and I’m gone, never was kept
more than seconds on your soul or memory card.
Yet, for a while, I dallied in your palm and felt happy, safe.
Waiting for a word from you – city tyres spin,
tread shining magic into rainy roads.
Sensing a storm horses scream on the moor,
churn dark earth toward clouds, gathering
freedom can get furious.
I want to love you – but it seems cannot –
when the smoke clears, will you still be here?
*yes, linked to previous poem ..
photo: Lars van de Goor
At night a heavy rush of wings
over the deep lake disturbs everything.
I long to touch you but cannot
temper my approach, a complex desire,
crazy to break through
your glossy surface, blurred with gravity.
art : Pinot
a collision force rushing towards impact
I crash through fleshy walls, climb into space
and disappear until the sun explodes
blind crazy dreams of sanity;
your hand is calm and steady creates
thunder in my ocean pulse ready to go wild
and fall, complete and heavy, curving into glassy sand.
your logic’s beautiful to my windswept soul
though I fight it sometimes, just to know more of you.
I’d hoped for stars but after all that you denied
outright knowledge of their names.
I tested you, what’s this or that, pointing out bright
patterns in black sky, fingers glowing
moonish magic and pure expectation only to be
grounded like those garish toys in your garden
where the vegetables failed without explanation.
I know you lied because you said that you could not,
your fury at the garden was irrational, contrived.
Rejection of each star was worse.
You knew every one but refused to share
anything that might shine too close;
like the photo on your dresser,
just another nameless piece of spinal pain.