recesses –
I am plummeting casually.
Mind warped and desires jaded:
what interests me is what led us both astray.
Your thick fingers wrapping a noose around me –
this sense of creativity looming
mourning days, a haggard weeping
we both know what I’ve been seeking.
here: my palm stretched out to you
another offering for your box of treasures
flip the reasoning –
there is nothing left of me to give.
JMG
4.13.09
one year following the birth of our marriage
I’ll have the cracked egg as an omlette –
the blustery winds as the sugar in my tea.
It’s not some sort of magic that last year’s Saturday
is this year’s Monday.
Just think of it as an extra day with me.
11.17.2008
JMG
The relationship nuances:
failing to completely consume reason
the ridiculousness of your temperament
excessive and beyond the border of common decency
edible encounters – all of them deep fried glory
when the relations spoke, I listened and stored those tidbits:
He’s different from the other ones
to translate: This most likely will not be working out.
A surprising shock to the senses when
- after all that time -
I did exactly what I said I’d do.
11.16.2008
JMG
Today is much like other days
the flame of me rising with lofty dreams of release
imagining a drop of responsibility followed by
cascading words forming vicious statements –
these things make returns unnecessary
Oh how my heart aches.
10.7.08
JMG
An intoxicated swirl plus
a need for constant contact
pulse
pulse
Here, put your hand where my heart is.
The silence, here, is deafening.
Patter tick
I can hear you breathing –
200 centimeters away and counting.
11.14.08
JMG
After the first cup I am feeling more human
at least
more capable of entering the day without the waking beastly edge
The second cup is the insurance policy.
My addiction swirls around me and occasionally I want the harder stuff,
espresso beans,
chocolate laced with caffeine,
those tiny “coffee” shots they’re now selling in the grocery store.
Realizing my perception is sometimes/often inaccurate – I keep with what I know:
French Italian roast – best for making espresso
I warn the uninitiated that it’s the kind of coffee that will peel your eyeballs back
six hours later my statement is confirmed.
Coffee’s partner in addiction was never much able to hold my interest,
though the smaller, stained corners of diners still remind me of the frequent nights spent
staring blissfully into the cup
while friends let their cigarettes dangle from adolescent fingers.
Too much time and too much, too much of everything.
It always seemed so strange to be jittery and hyper-caffeinated for days.
11.14.2008
JMG
yawning lips
coupled names tucked affectionately
me peeking cautiously
exhaling change
fullness visualized, then
immense terror
somehow at fault
again, this blessing.
11.12.2008
JMG
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