Eric the Red

Eric the Red Mar 2018

...you don’t see ghosts
...anymore
...because over a lifetime
...you’ve swallowed
...them whole
...they reside
...inside
...of you

...your soul
...your dreams
...your heart
...your guilty conscience
...built a home
...for all the things
...that haunt you

...step inside
...so many rooms
...hallways & corridors
...built by promises
...windowsills windowpanes
...constructed during the ‘Love me forever’ stage in life

...so many ghosts
...so many faces
...so many lives
...some are malevolent
...some protrude loving
...all don’t want to be here

Haunted fortress

...

Eric the Red Mar 2018

Digression

Sometimes
You have to send
Good men
Out into the night
To do evil things
&
Hope they comeback

Eric the Red Mar 2018

The Midnight Mermaid

Return to me at night
As I was drifting
Foot of my bed
Blankets
Sheets
Turn to water

Your hands
Ripple
Currents towards me
Scales
Along my legs
Across my chest
Can’t move
Can’t resist
Gentle kiss
Holding onto me
By your lips
‘I can’t swim’
I say
‘I’ll swim for both of us...’
You say
As you pull me under

‘It’s time for both of us to be wet’
Whisper
Succumb
Drown
Inside
Of
You
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Eric the Red Mar 2018

The Anticipation

My heart bleeds for you
Part anguish...
Part anticipation...
All with the recklessness
Of an 18 year old
Driving a Chevy
Down a dirt road
At midnight
With the lights off...

Bed with me oh heart
Torture me
Lacerate
Invigorate
Rejuvenate
Penetrate
Leave scars upon

And this
Taj Mahal
I am building
This armada I’m sending
This fleet of elephants
Over the Alps
I’m releasing for
You

Is but the 1st chapter
Of our love story

Eric the Red Mar 2018

The Beauty Of Elapsed Time: Empty Bottle Near the Azores Islands

I’m sorry my mind and soul
Changed the locks on my heart

You left me and my world
When I needed you most

And now you ask
‘Is everything ok?’

That answer is in a bottle
Somewhere out there
On the seas
All the requisites
All the ‘I Love Yous’
You said to me

They’re in that bottle
About to wash up
Near the Azores

Bring me the bottle
And we can talk

I need you
* I wish you were here
I miss you
Can you hear me
Where did you go, my love

Eric the Red Mar 2018

Me, Bukowski, and a 12% alcohol can of Four Loko

This dream was so real...
The Man
The Legend
The Legendary Drunk Poet Hisself
Asks to see my poetry
Tells me to bring wine

Dont Forget the wine *******

So I drive over in my El Camino
&
Bellbottoms
Only I’ve got a can of Fruit Punch
12%
Alcohol
Instead of a bottle of wine
As Hank requested

you have to make the reader jump off the cliff with you in your first line, otherwise there’s no point

sip

good God! What is this?!

I’m thinking he’s gonna be furious
But he takes a deep pull
Knocks out half a can
Looks at it

Fruit Punch eh?

I show him my stuff. He likes it. Some of it.

No more poetry for the day man. Say, let’s go to the beach. Huntington or Hermosa. Grab another can or two of this amazing concoction

I tell him they have it in Lemonade
Peach Black Cherry...he lets out a smile

burp

It smells like Fruit Punch

Well Come On *******!

He talk in rhyme the rest of the day...n just like his words have told me about souls

The free one is rare...but you know it when you’re around one because you feel great and beautiful yourself when you’re near one

Eric the Red Mar 2018

Vanilla

What’s funny is that when he
Held her
Truly forgot everything
Put down the embossed
Confinement of
Work
Life
Deadlines

Kissed her ear

She tasted like his first
Ice cream cone
Vanilla

The melted cream in
Summer’s heat
Sticky over his fingers

They swam in night time
Waters
Wet from themselves
Watched the moon
Come out
Of the Sea of Japan

Fought bravely in wars
They knew nothing about
Tended to each other’s wounds
Toasted with $7 wines
Goaded each other to
Jump off of
Cliffs
Balconies
The Edge of the World
&
Loved like no other

Because love never dies
Truly
It never does