My Life As A Trapezoid

For jasen m. (Schmoopy)

All sides are not equal

or else I would be square...

 

I drank with you

Steel Reserves and Sparks malt liquors

to be at your level

 

a buzz, warmed by sloshing

reasons / sporadic laughter

 

we are strangers in the uncomforting

silences

void of rumination or communication

I had thought were important

 

irritable me -- a heavy limbed

keggar rolling closer

mumbling:

 

"I half to--have a--hafta

talk--to talk--seriously--sir

Listen You!"

 

He is a fortress with his secrets

walls on all sides

equally fortified

 

My jangling tongue speaks easy

jibber jabber

inaudible in my own ears

 

Changing the subject

 

Walking away

 

Rather than fan the flames loose illicit

logical words are none here

 

Then Anger speaks

what's heard is felt

and what was meant is lost

to jangle & tangle of tongue

 

Trying to find the right words that lead

to wanting

to touch...

 

Read my body's braille

with your hushing fingers, please

No better words defining this reason

I lost in alcohol's deepening blame

 

He listens

eyes shuttering

21 bottles of beer on the wall

as I'm mocking talking with all my yearning

 

oh to be heard !

without being diluted in drink

to be touching bellies

understanding without verbose vanities

language in our eyes

 

He is swaying like a tree

about to fall in the forrest

no one is there to hear

as I retreat

 

My sides ache

One shoulder hunched

crooked

Right leg asleep

heavy in between

 

No logic can calculate our distance

to equal the space we drown in

barely knowing you

As I sink into our couch

while you dance and sway

akimbo my favorite scarecrow

depressively beautiful

 

He is a fantasy now

was once easy on all eyes appreciating

and in the center of the frame

I snapshot with my eyes

a picture of us

 

But in the distance and silence

I cannot see

the polaroid of what's to be

we are a blur to me

abstract in absolut

 

I tilt my head --there's no one there

no better view

I have no equal I thought was you

 

Cheers to you my heart break

my akimbo muse

how artful our Love he badly bruised

 

He tumbles to the carpet

I hear no sound

 

my tears refuse / to listen...

a fool on the floor akimbo.

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Flows like a crazy night of imbibing, and darkly heartbreak...funny I just wrote something along the same lines, so I can relate on many levels, I really enjoyed this one!

Read my body's braille
with your hushing fingers, please
No better words defining this reason

Love the braille line, outstanding!

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you frieda

[Sami Khalil]

"But in the distance and silence

I cannot see

the polaroid of what's to be

we are a blur to me

abstract in absolut



I tilt my head --there's no one there

no better view"
This is some good poetry...:)

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you so much

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)