"incidentals" poems
From the other room
I listen as you explain the many, many, many
reasons, things, times, and appointments
that necessarily mean
the end
of us
The otherness and incidentals
of the often forgotten
details and to-dos
of lives
better
and happier lived
From the other room
I listen as you describe your life in words of
painful regret, missed opportunities and hopeless futures
that don’t exist
so very much
for me
The pain and ingratitude
of a poor life
disrespect and disregard
becoming the
ante
of daily living
From the other room
I listen as you check emails and vmails and texts
of agreement, refreshment, and immediate joy
that shower down
from new confidantes
not me
The pleasure of escaping
from the marital mundane
dancing and drinking
re-becoming
the woman
admired
From the other room
I remember the choices we made
when agreement was agreeable and available
that made lives
worth
living well
The simpleness of a look
the knowing confidence
day in and day out
when someone,
You,
cared.
10.iii.10
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
I met her there last week, swathed in her earthy robe.
She spoke of incidentals, her aches and pains, the need to continuously gather firewood, the pro's and cons of forest life...the loneliness.
When prompted, with a gift of good tobacco, she told me of her best love. A youth of such tender beauty, of such delicate expression...and exquisite passion....and so brief an encounter, just four lost days of the most intense sensation.
The realization of love.
With the rising morning mist the curling elevation of senses spiraling within, beyond the sen-sate, beyond the purr of ecstasy,
beyond the mortal, mind numbing bounds of ordinary expectation...
And then he was gone.
"Leaving me as you find me now", she said, "old bent and depleted....but unsuspectingly, I find myself replete... for I have touched the very face of God and kissed the Devils hand".
She smoked her pipe, sitting quietly with me by the fire, she gently thanked me for the tobacco and the companionship and bade me, farewell with crinkled old eyes of good humour ....
and with that, and the knowledge that I had met someone of consequence, I took my leave.
M.
For Patty
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 2:46 PM UTC
returning home from an evening out,
I'm in bed never later, than 5 minutes after,
which never fails to provoke a
"How can u be in bed so fast?"
same reply, every time,
got you women, got you girl,
to do the nighttime girlie stuff,
so you can kiss your fast asleep man,
a tender good nite...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
puttering punches
woke up energized,
called to muster,
dishwasher emptied,
the fresh grape vine scissored
into manageable bite size clusters,
coffee machine oiled and coiled,
fresh beans and water, dregs downloaded,
if we had a lawn,
I'd rake the invisible leaves
she later arrives,
sees my puttering efforts,
cowgirl mounts me to squeeze the bejesus outta me,
then punches me in the arm
to express her unmeasured pleasure
as is her wont,
me, don't say nuttin', just smilin'
cause I kinda punched first...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
paid bills
paid some bills this morning,
the kind that don't come in the mail,
but eyes read and and the heart knows,
these are dues you need paying,
no questions asked,
no answers given,
checkbook lighter,
but then again,
so is the heart,
the day starts well,
maybe even the year,
a lighter start
for the new year..
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
Living in the City may clip your wings.
But there’s baklava, so….
You pay more to live in a cube
with a longer cube MacGyvered
to a money pit shaped like-
a square.
It’s all the rage
how you are.
II
When you formally meet your first guitar
you get sunburned.
III
Now you eat noise and incidentals. like profound Chicklets.
But your shadow’s sweet-tooth is another way to adventure
from your cavities, with sea shanties from False Hope
Or Narwhal hymns in bright typhoons
Like glass lipids
Burning in earnest
Where the sun
Has a brief chill-
In the panorama of
Your undistorted
Will.
IV
Like riding a bike
with Imaginary Legs-
That Believe that you
Actually Have
A Bike.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
My thanks to James Stephen for his input on this work.
on the other side
of the path
one yellow flower
**
early, the crowd came to see the famous arch . laburnum. i came to see the kitchen garden, seeds growing
**
old words
for things once common
when the things disappeared
the words went with them
**
some words remain remembered;
scullery, coal scuttle, hod,
broom.
that is yellow.
**
have a vacuum for
most things
broom is for incidentals,
crevices, or when I'm lazy
'bout getting vacuum out
broom is red
with matching dustpan
**
i have a vacuum
there is nothing there.
the broom is for
the garden
mainly
or elsewhere for smelling like coconut
**
sweep your garden ?
**
slate bits
came from gloddfa ganol....quarry in blaenau.
front yard. leaves fall.
**
leaves here falling too
a tree here a tree there
so far
soon it will be
all of them together
a collective shed
next 6 months
nothing but bare branches
**
these are the falling days.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Incidents; I could of made a meal out
of myself, with the incidentals
I'm so usually full of myself,
so credit me for being prideful with proud credentials
And tell me what you care about most,
but please forgive me for saying, "yeah whatever"
So we can go make a bet on ourselves, but I'm
always betting on this time not fairing any better
Screaming at the walls so much, that a doctor is
rushing for a cure; but one of us is losing a reason to be patient
_Bad mood 1_
I stubbed my toe, but was too stubborn
to acknowledge any of the pain
And after I bit my inner cheek at supper,
I went to bed extra cheeky today
My vape ran out of steam, and I started to
evaporate from the crave,- I felt a bit like vapour to date
And there's a piece of bone stuck in my tooth,
now I've got a bone to pick with anything coming my way
_Bad mood 2_
I spilled my last sip under my bed,
great, no my unrest comes from down under
Chucking blundstones to your ankle length,
but it all ends with me admitting to another blunder
I'm not feeling so bright today; still I have faith in
the next day's sunlight- I hope we can warm up each other
_Bad mood 3_
Today I barked up the wrong tree,
and somebody got really ****** off
The week was a bit too hard to handle,
like a ****** off girl by a ***** so soft
As I was trying to enter a course, like a game of life
playing a bit of golf; ***** deep in work, that ******* me off
I turned on a friendly smile I keep in my left pocket,
for the right of someone to be allowed to be angry
at me, as a one-off
I guess my mood from this piece is a bit off.
Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 4:01 PM UTC
These body’s are just our flesh suits,
so don’t let the stress get you,
your body doesn’t have a soul,
your soul has a body & it’s only a rental,
& sure sometimes we go through hard times,
but those can all be written off as incidentals,
so don’t worry,
& don’t stress too much,
nothing is really a big deal,
so just chill & find someone to share love with,
love this,
is really the only thing worth anything,
this is all temporary material allures are all illusions,
have some perspective no one is perfect & everything is only energy,
& energy can not be taken away nor replaced,
it simply transforms to different forms & takes on different shapes,
so rest assured if your love is pure we will see each other again,
in a different time in a different body in a different place,
hey,
these body’s are just our flesh suits,
so don’t let the stress get you,
your body doesn’t have a soul,
your soul has a body & it’s only a rental,
& sure sometimes we go through hard times,
but those can all be written off as incidentals,
so don’t worry,
& don’t stress too much,
nothing is really a big deal,
so just chill & find someone to share love with…
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC