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[post-summer] three

it has been a long summer
and you are asking if
I can walk through sound with you
and you are asking if
you can walk through sights with me
it would be a pleasure you see
I have not seen enough
and I could get more familiar
with the gallery rhythm
my eyes are absorbing everything all at once
so I need to hold onto you
for a moment if you don’t mind
expressionist dizzy me
latching onto
abstract steady you
what is a canvas
but a space to fall into
the snare of brushstrokes
from endless angles
begged for you
to fall into its embrace
I stood back in white noise
to be engulfed or to escape
knowing what these works were capable of
amused
you stepped forward
looking for beauty to destroy you

[post-summer] one

hello
I am wondering
who you are
and what you do
as I figure out
who I am
and what to do.
how uncalm is your approach?
I feel your insides shaking
from across the room,
but I am also too caught up
in creating someone
I need people to see.
I would later find out
that I could just be,
and you are trembling
from uncertainty and trivial pursuits.
how do you code conviction?
how do you compose correction?
something is binding you
the same way I am binding myself,
and we are all asking to move forward,
but is it that easy
when you are facing the world alone?
you never thought about the pieces
you would have to pick up
after yourself,
after others.
the summer heat would have melted
all of it
away from your head.
you hide in bed
while I am hiding in books
that have yet to be read.