Radical discourse of knots doing desperate living
Tales foreshadowing flaming moths to our loving ropes
Slowly warping the warm plates of this dé-sa-yu-no
Threatening to blow each sprinkle off our buttered toasts*
And if they do
Then I can guarantee
That on lonches twice
every other week
Will be
Tres Gul-pes Jévy (Heavy)
w. pickled onions on every plate
not only will they hit the spot
but give us the strength we need
As now I am in-transit
Indebted
without enough to properly veil those lovely bones
but just enough for that which matters
In the now
whether roof, food or phone
To which your response would be justified
Should you lose your patient form
and skip the queue
golden pheasant
Cleverly zipping a line
from the edge of our present scene
to the end of a Styrofoam cup
hoping that in 5 years forward
you con las canas (Ka-nas)
will pick up
And in the foreground hopefully
Me with the laughter
If not
Then making sounds in the background
In the voicemail recordings
of our shared lives
 
Nothing wrong to want to know if we can valse
even when we Kizomba, or Zouk
To pivot on the ball of your foot
instead of your toes
To seek a secure tile on an uneven floor
A step in a sequence of clandestine breathes
before the bigger essay is voiced
To start over or refresh
A lucid decision to forgo a vivid dream
or double down on a mutual belief, a shared hope

Notes:
*Referring to Hagelslag (NL), the Dutch breakfast treat
Desayuno (Esp):  Breakfast
Lonches (loan-chez) (Esp.): Lunches
Tres Gulpes (Goal-pes) (Esp.) = (literally) 3 hits: Here referring to the Dominican Dish
Jévy (Do.): Substantive, cool
Canas (Esp) = white/grey/silver hair
Valse (Fr): Waltz

De Largo Haleine-The Isle of Heart Content 1

They say if you peruse the page
You begin to read between the lines
But what to do when a magestic
sun-kissed landscape
is presented?
What else is there But
take in her canvas’ gilded edges,
To pedal and drift way below beneath
where the traveled easel and floor meet
To the upper middle segment
staring, where vivid pools of two glaciers peak
Then further Up to the top
Where the gold is locked
in the very real and abstract
Where the route through the aisles of friendship lack
clear single &/ or guide,
But that which you positioned
to be the correct way

To the Isle of your heart’s content

What to do when in route
your rapping and banters fasten to
Eager sails of mutual rhythms vessel beaten by
heavy rain and wind howling? You
hastily yet calmly anchor on
the nearest shores’ inviting reefs
Where nested in grains of interests
Bottled up letters, Lying in wait
truthfully erupt in timeless silver
expressive words
Carefully crocheted
The most delicate sentence slivers
that easily evaporate between you
Vape them to determine their weight
inhale deeply to grasp their meaning
though
they are pale mists
to the eccentric language of our somas
generously playing synchronized notes
on the synaptic keys of our adjacent eyelines
Lines that have carefully outlined
Between us
a slender figure
co-designed in our reveling
Through the storm’s eye
from pumice and fresh embers
This gradient blue mirage
Keeps us warm and patient
Precautious but exploring
On the isle of our heart’s content

 

When they curve you

Ask yourself, what you did or didn’t do? then laugh

for there is humor worth having and a life worth enjoying

beyond the 5.5 and 13.3 inches in your hands and lap^

 

For one, think about how much you saved

Both the money in the bank and time you didn’t misspend

All the digital Double Dutching you will skip out of

All those poems you can pour yourself into

Then mix nutty things in like a carrot cake by VC Park

 

Think about all the stored energy for the thing you longed to do

All the model boats, games and trains you can now finish

Your crocheting and customizing that needs polishing,

The Dj-ing and producing that need dedicated ears and hands

The self-development class you’ve been wanting to take

The painting that needs your wine induced brushing

 

Think about all the untouched pages you can comb through now

All the hours to spend selectively sifting through volumes

graphic novels, Street Dreams magazine and scholarly articles

 

Think about all the travel you can do again

All the things you will see and experience with local peers

All that times you hoped to finally return Japan’s^^ call

To think you almost thought to disconnect your phone

 

Think about the job you didn’t have to put work into

All the unappreciated effort for undervalued things over extended hours

The micromanagement & microaggression you exhaled profusely about in the bathroom

The hope pressed against the ceiling too close and too late for you to see

The wondering whether taking a slippery leap, is worse than sticking around for a check

 

Think about all the false friendship you almost made

The ones you would seek to move within platonic boundaries

That would benefit the most from your doubts

That would tectonically shift and tecktonikally dance* around you without a care

 

Think about all the food places you were about to give up

All the groceries that you would’ve purchased for special occasions

Those thankless vegan meals you don’t have to cook for two

Those dishes no-one else volunteered to clean

The less than whole food chicken you ate one too many times

When you settled for the head and denied your body

 

Think about all the uneven thinking you don’t have to do

All the cringy gift-giving gestures you don’t have to dismiss

The exceptions to the rules you don’t have to make because

you will no longer be taking your glasses off, when tallying your self-worth

 

Think about all the arguments you avoid

All the dramatic non-sense and their toll,

the plan B’s you didn’t have to buy

Or the guilt for making her take one,

knowing what it does to her body,  knowing what it does to your soul

 

Think about all the doubt that never really left

but you suppressed from the beginning

All the questions on whether s/he’s the one and why

All that time you eagerly submitted

like this was a test you thought you did good on

Like this was a Muh-Muh-Ah match that you didn’t care to win

 

And while you think of all of this

Remember there is more than the things you avoid

Think that even when Andy** dealt his 2nd nastiest pitch

Someone would hit the next one out the park

So, remember when they curve you

Shrug it off, switch your stance

dig deep in that plate,

ready your next swing

be you, be great!

 

 

 

Note:

^ Average 2018 smartphone and laptop screen sizes

^^Because Japan is awesome, but insert the travel destination you hope to visit

*No offence meant to all Tecktonik lovers, I actually think it’s pretty dope.  Merci French friends for the intro 😀

** Any Pettitte, #46, NY Yankees, enough said 😀