Friendly Concern
I learned later
that when he
saw me dancing
with you,
he said
to all your friends:
“Whatever you do don’t let him go home with her.”
I want to be angry,
I do
but it’s hard
to be
indignant
when I am her,
the girl
they all warned you about.
the girl
who sucks up
all the energy in the room
and spins it
and shreds
and throws your
whole day
off it’s axis
the girl
with one ear
on a beat
you can’t pick up
while she trips
through life
ambivalent
towards this world
or the next
the girl
with smeared
crimson lips
forming empty lies
in the acrid
morning light
the girl
who lifts her skirt
and sucker punches
what you
thought was truth
untll now
the girl
dissolved
without a
purpose
and blind
to anyone
else’s
the girl
who will keep you
up all night
with the contents of her
broken mind
when you have to work
in the morning
the girl
you don’t dare
get complacent with
she’ll sniff that
shit out
like low lying
bad blood
the girl
who would swallow
pins
before she would
start taking things
face value
(she’s half convinced she’s dreaming you, anyhow)
the girl
you’d say had
the crazy eyes
but she’s defied
categorization
so far
but there’s some
mad thing
inside them
you can tell
is taxing
the girl
who marches
to dreams
unearthly and
unwoven
and
of course you will fall in love with her
it’s not your fault
her pleaful look
has disarmed
ones with
intentions
less pure
than yours
look
elemental and
ocean deep
she’ll pull you to
the bottom
ask you to hold her
while the chasm it
moves right on
through
her
There’s a reason they warn you
about girls like me.
They know
your tender heart
will allow the girl to
drag you to
the bottom
of the sea
if that’s where she says she needs you to be.
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To Anyone Struggling Tonight
I could love you, if you’d let me
I’ve got all this love
ricocheting inside me
an aimless wanderer
an arrow with no target.
If you’d let me, I could
cradle your life in my hands
(so much sadness for something so small)
and encompass it in white light –
channel all of the compassion
given to me
when I had none
to give
(gentleness having little place in the lion’s mouth).
I’d breathe into you
a little sigh,
another day,
and treat you as I would like
to be treated.
Something precious.
Something rare,
and lovely.
To delight each day in
discovering you.
Climb into your blackest corners
And show you there’s no need
for shame,
that without the dark,
there would be no light.
When two souls recognize
one another
without filters, masks, secrets
without agendas, personas, lies
Now that
is what billions search for,
blindly,
calling out for
God, Christ, Allah, Krishna
Ahura Mazda, Buddha and the like
superfluous dogma,
empty ritual.
I’ll just hold my
Inner light
Up to yours
And say
“I see you”
“And you really are OK.”
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