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Eric the Red Mar 2018
I run into the
Terminal
Hoping it’s not too late
You’re nowhere
To be found

Searching
Looking into crowds
Your flight has left
It’s too late
All the things
‘I wanted to tell you...’

‘I’m right here...’

And there you are
Behind me
And I hold onto you
Like I’m pulling you
From a sinking ship
And kiss you
And kiss you
Like I’m saying goodbye
&
All around us
People are putting their phones
Down to watch us
&
Clap afterwards

It’s a beautiful dream
Some nights I can’t wait
To go to sleep
Because I know I’m
Going to be with you
Eric the Red Mar 2018
She tells me I owe her a sea story
From my navy days...
Told her the barracuda one
Maybe I’ll tell her the Face Down
On the Deck one
Or the Smoked Hash in the Park
In Italy one
Had a guitar, 3 chords, and hash
Singing Bessa Mi Mucho to Italian
Teenagers...they loved it
I was the silly American
Or maybe the one where we got the scoop on the only ****** in that seaside town in Spain, then showed up and half the ship was there...
Or the Dunhill cigarettes of France
To go with the Stella Artois or Heineken that seemed to be prevalent everywhere.
Cause that’s what you do at 23
Drink beer, smoke cigarettes, and run a mile and a half in 12 minutes.
I could talk all day of the women of Israel...
Or all the times that I’d go to the stern of the ship
And it’d be just me and the seas
The Adriatic
The Aegean
The Mediterranean
Atlantic
Sometimes the hammerhead
The sea turtle
The midnight mermaids
Black Seas
Blue and Green
But you’ll hear all of them soon enough
Yeah I can be fun at parties cause I got a shitload of stories...
Put some coffee on...pour the wine...
You got any hash?
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Went back after a 6 month exile
Told everyone that I had
$8.76 to make it to next payday
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Guess i was a little too real

‘YOU don’t have a SnapChat?’
I was asked
‘It’s how us young folk stay connected’
‘You mean disconnected  ?’
I say

Tattooed *** women
With pouty lips
2.2 million Instagram
Followers

Followers of what?

This is the social currency
This is society
&
When you leave
Nobody checks up on you
Nobody cares
They
Certainly don’t give a ****
That I have $8.76
To my name

‘Bring it in for a Selfie fam...’

And I remember pitching in for a 12 pack as a 17 year old
Meeting up with friends
On some country road
For hours on end
&
The only phones were on
Our wall back home
And when it rang
We had no idea who it was
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Desert. Pile. Fire.You.Walk. Slowly.
Behind. Me.
‘What’re you doing?’
‘Burning’
‘Burning what?’
‘My Words’
You try to stop the flames
It’s all too much
The orange & red mix with the night sky

‘WHY?! WHY?! Would you do such a thing?!’

You’re screaming, crying.

‘All your beautiful words...’

‘Its the pact I made with the gods...
‘Deliver me this pain...
‘This anguish away from you...
‘And you can have my words...
‘Forever...
‘And here you are in front of me...

The fire is big...it’s bright...it’s out of control and long into the night

My Words...
Burn apart...musings...turning into ash...
Fireworks of poems
Now into the ether
Making their way into the heavens
Parts of nebulas
Black holes
Interstellar space

I’d give it all up
All of it...
For you...
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Let this season begin...
Let the oak wool winter Cabernet
Give way To Chardonnay
Ditch that sweater
Pull out that skirt
Let me be a gentleman
Mix drinks upon a patio
Look towards the southwest
A Springtime Electrical Storm Approaches...
Eric the Red Mar 2018
I’d make you wail every morning
If I could
Put your tears in my coffee
To have you inside me all day

Like your scent on your pillow
Inside of your coat
Towel

Your Black Ocean swallows me whole every single day

I begged, pleaded, with the above
To relieve me this
From you
Your ******* dark lipstick
And now I enjoy my imprisonment of you
This chamber of you
I find myself in

Or shall I say lost?

Leave me here forever
It’s all I have
It’s all I want

Lost in You
Lost in Us
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Heard them corralling the rabbit
Chasing without mercy
Communicating with woops
&
Hollers
Their screeches
Their bloodlust
I kept quiet
Tippy toes
Opened the shade
Circling poor Thumper
Must’ve been 3 or 4 of them
Open field
Rabbit goes this way
Darts that way
Nowhere to go
Nature
Even coyotes have to go to
The store every once in a while
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