Acme - Hello Poetry

Acme Feb 2020

Stage

What stage could contain my passion?
What life could the bard write for me?
What lover could tame my wicked lust?
I'll swallow a pill of my sins and die
while the world spins on its axis
in the darkness and stars guide us.
Bury me in the shade of an oak tree.
Visit me and I'll whisper secrets.

Acme Feb 2020

Just Don't Say That Word

Like me all you want.
I think you're swell.
I think you're funny.
I like how you smell.
I like your taste in music,
your wonderful cooking
and the cut of your jib and
how you're good looking.
The L word is a hex upon
the you and us and me.
I like you almost enough
to **** the guarantee

Don't mention love. What good is it for?

Acme Feb 2020

Burn

We burn bridges.
We burn us in effigy.
We burn crosses with
no feelings of anger
just ignorant as sheep.
We burn brightest in love
and kindness we share.
We burn to ashes at the
world's end facing
fierce fire together
exiting this paradise we
surrender to the flames.

Acme Feb 2020

If

If you and I were in the vicinity
of the same age I'd invite you to
get coffee. It's an invite to be lovers
but now I'm just a ***** old man.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EweRekkIZ9M&list=RDEweRekkIZ9M&index=1

Acme Feb 2020

Blink 2

Blink and you might finally see the truth.
Perched on a throne of wasted years you're
out of time. Your machine is broken down.
Are you scrap, cremated or buried?
Did you have a god? Were you an atheist?
We'll pray for your soul just in case.

Stay tuned for Blink 3. Revise, rewrite and revise until you think it's perfect, then rewrite again! Write on, poets.

Blink
Blink and you might see yourself in madness.
Spent years are stacked like ash beneath you.
You notice the hourglass is almost out of sand.
Mirrors are cruel reminders of sagging flesh and
missing hair and canyons in aged faces.
Death is the final madness after all.

Acme Feb 2020

Night We Met

I think of the night we met
  and drink an ocean of wine
  to put me down and meet you
  all over again. I'd die for it.

Acme Feb 2020

Blink

Blink and you might see yourself in madness.
Spent years are stacked like ash beneath you.
You notice the hourglass is almost out of sand.
Mirrors are cruel reminders of sagging flesh and
missing hair and canyons in aged faces.
Death is the final madness after all.