Sylfaen after Georgia-seep like tea

Sylfaen after Georgia-seep like tea

A Poem by Jean-Pierre Garcia
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Not A.P. starry style

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She asked me if I was falling love with her

Which was strange to me because while I was in a state of glee

She could see what there was to see, so sweet, so tart

Difficult even then in the start

 

The fear of worry nagging on our heartstrings

Weighing us down thinking of the hard thinks

about the future we cannot know

 

While tuning out autotune auto rock post rock, game prose to show

Write you something beautiful you task

Writing something difficult is nothing t’ ask

Typing as fast as I can I know at least the very dream I dreamed was nothing too soon to pass

but I don’t give a damn about all of then

This is what’s real, this is what it is to be a fan

 

Our shins say caring is creepy

F**k it I must be seepy-working off of new slang

The sounds of sondre lerche

For you it’s all but circa reginald

A postmarked date without a day figure it all

With a step that’s climbed, we grow old

 

Up for the wall, one on fall take the beat and air brush you yet

Embracing the air catch forward to gasp to turn around

It was past that time to pull back hair

The slippery thing to grasp

the very think that’s lasted over a month

Mop up the tears and sop up the years

for this is what it means to be in

This state flying and free

 

I open my glass chest like a window for some air

 They see my naked heart and I see birds

tucked in sleeves with minimal bruises to care

I swat spring leaves and words

brushed on with each embrace

I drop the ball

And it takes every bit of strength

 to say it all

faintly to the fates and paints depicting saints

 

I suck

tongue and lips

alike

 

I’m ok with that,

dancing slowly

in circles and hips

 as Ginsburg howls holy

 

there are long kisses, short kisses, gasped inhalation

fingers run-tapping away

while stroking through locks

clinging sweat and desperation

as if each were a key to a strand of hair

 

don't drag the moments down, living in tow

We try to defy time, every time

With another hug and missed alarm clock

Several seconds ago

 

© 2011 Jean-Pierre Garcia


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Jean-Pierre Garcia
Jean-Pierre Garcia

Seattle, WA



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I'm a gnomic meanderer. I have just the right amount of neuroticism to lock myself in my room to write, but somehow have faked myself out of it by writing on the go or for the student newspaper I wo.. more..

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