So, now this is something else,
now that you’ve seen it,
it is no longer just chemistry.
It is more than just language.
Is it art,
or is it heresy?
Are you hearing my voice
speaking in your head?
That’s funny,
you have never heard a word.
So,
imagine what I am feeling
now,
as I write the next
nine words
I could never
do any of this
without you.
Somewhere from inside
these ideas come,
summoned to me,
old ghosts and tattered memories
and I do my level best
to put them here,
in figures on this page.
I pour out my pain,
my hate
and my disappointment
in ink stains,
that might mimic blood,
might seem like tears;
I guess it doesn’t matter anyway.
It will be for you to decide,
my friend;
my other mind.
We develop a strange kinship
when my words find you eyes
or your lips.
How to they taste on you tongue?
Sweet or bitter?
I guess to me,
it doesn’t matter.
Once they leave me,
they’re not mine
anymore.
Can I take you with me?
Will you let me?
Reach out and
embrace your hand
with mine;
intellectually,
of course.
Either way,
we’re already gone.
on to the next place,
through to the next thought.
I hope you’re keeping pace, now.
I don’t want to just
drag you around,
there so much to see
in the sky
and underground.
I’ll do everything I can
to give you me,
honest and untamed.
Stripped of the ego
and the taint that turns the world
into poison,
into a toxic place.
No,
we should share our fates.
I hope you enjoy
every little bit
of this insane parade.
I promise,
I’ll do my best
not to let you down.
I’ll keep on dreaming,
all you have to do
is find me
and I will bring you
up
into the clouds.
HG – 2017
