In the bible
They say death
Is a lie but
If I'm already
Dead then
Why should I
Even care?

O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!

Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.

Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!

Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.

Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert

Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:

Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”

I love the taste of you in my mouth.

As a poet, call me amateur.

As a lover, call me poet.

i swear i love you
in the shadows

im lonely here without you
left here to wallow

its your choice not mine
you love me but you left me

i swear i love you
but sometimes that's not enough

i dont know how else to show you
maybe im not ready for love

so strong

for so long

just maybe not

I like listening

To other people’s lives

They all live them… In

ways so different than mine. /

I drive slowly

To watch the other faces

Reactions… Expressions… These

first impressions that won’t leave a scratch.

Because even if I ever do see them again,

I won’t place the face to the situation. /

I firmly trespass and trod through

The footsteps of others before me.  

Maybe I’m swerving in reverse—

backtracking from their desired progress.  Moving

away from the glorified destination

that their sights and eyes were so surely set upon.

Or possibly I’m shadowing their paths. /

They watch me observing.  

But I’d never consider that

this innocent people-watching

may put the victim in an uncomfortable setting

of my gaze and of my attention.

I intrude, analyze… do everything in my power

to better understand. /

So why can’t I give room for everyone else to

do that as well? //

You don’t have to be
beautiful or clever,

after the wind drops,
don’t be too good,

or pretend to be cool,
detached like the rest,

just enjoy the sunshine,
with me, the uncut park,

watching afternoon shadows,
creep warmly over your toes,

love your languor, turn-over,
maybe trade some dreams,

or share those shadows,
that cling to us both, and -

just let the hard softness of
your body do what it wants,

let grasses grow under you,
even into your saddest parts,

don’t be anything but this:
just be kind, and languid, and -

let the sun turn you soft and lovely,
anytime you get the chance,

so when I think of you, i’ll find you
in that time of grass and shadows.


Guy Peppin