You
Waiting for you
My music on in the middle of the night so you would know that I was awake
That my space was the jive,
An unintentional jive
Fit for bare-face brutality and loose, loving lips
You
Knowing all of you
Fearing you
Fearing the things that I know
No - fearing the fact that I don't care,
That I pluck the red flags with abandon and present them to myself in a bouquet everyday that I see you
You
Your face in my tarot readings
Across the road, now smiling,
Now frowning
Now thunderous, asking, not finding,and falling
You
Between my fingertips
Sliding beneath my palm
Your hair hands chest pressed to my breast was the best
You pulling away, leaning far away, eyes averted to avoid my scrutiny wavering over your indecision
You begging me, teasing me, glancing back and somehow pleasing me
You, the subject of my poetry
The precursor to my insanity
You pretty pretty graffiti profanity
You, the wave tickling the shore
You the thunderous, cacophonic echoing of the storm
Far off in the future
Promising more
You, unjust,
You pathetic
You tempestuous
Profound,
You and your swagger
Your prophetic sound
Alaskan waterlight, silver stars swimming in fetid Northern Light heatwave
You,
You,
You.
You just make my mind rave
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
You
Waiting for you
My music on in the middle of the night so you would know that I was awake
That my space was the jive,
An unintentional jive
Fit for bare-face brutality and loose, loving lips
You
Knowing all of you
Fearing you
Fearing the things that I know
No - fearing the fact that I don't care,
That I pluck the red flags with abandon and present them to myself in a bouquet everyday that I see you
You
Your face in my tarot readings
Across the road, now smiling,
Now frowning
Now thunderous, asking, not finding,and falling
You
Between my fingertips
Sliding beneath my palm
Your hair hands chest pressed to my breast was the best
You pulling away, leaning far away, eyes averted to avoid my scrutiny wavering over your indecision
You begging me, teasing me, glancing back and somehow pleasing me
You, the subject of my poetry
The precursor to my insanity
You pretty pretty graffiti profanity
You, the wave tickling the shore
You the thunderous, cacophonic echoing of the storm
Far off in the future
Promising more
You, unjust,
You pathetic
You tempestuous
Profound,
You and your swagger
Your prophetic sound
Alaskan waterlight, silver stars swimming in fetid Northern Light heatwave
You,
You,
You.
You just make my mind rave
This, and a lot of my poetry, is inspired by the sort of snakish-fluidity and visual bluntness that was Beat Era poetry. I am also heavily inspired by Dacre Montgomery's poetry podcast. I tend to lean towards free form with occasional rhymes and sudden visuals. Thanks for reading!