déjà vu

sometimes i
ache
for the darkness,

turn my eyes
before the ocean of his
mouth

has d(r)ied
on my
lips,

remember
distinctly
the thick taste

of charcoal sucked
through the brown
slatted shades

that hid sunshine
from the secrets
inside.

there are scalpel-
scars still on
flushed flesh,

mirror-marks
of time that
doesn’t pass,

connective tissue
knotted into daisy-
chains of white tomorrows:

where waters whisper
of salt and rust,
there is yet

frost
to come.
i accustom

myself
to the sound
of endings, learn

to hold my hands
close(d). sleep
is the natural

consequence
of over-
dreaming,

an exhaustive
star-eyed
lumbering

collapse. sometimes
i think i
think too much.

26 thoughts on “déjà vu

  1. all these wind whipped words
    chattering in the high branches of your mind
    like birds loading up on the energy of dawn
    like leaves clinging to the hope of a season
    ….already past
    can’t you see
    the birds are leaving, heading south
    and the leaves are being sucked of their green
    only colors remain, memories of vitality
    let them go, let them fall
    without trying…surrender
    your words are just offerings
    to the moldy earth

  2. It’s been slightly too long between visits so I decided to stop by & fix that. Plus, I owed you a visit. Now, with Joe Henry ringing in my ears & way too much of everything else all I can say is, your latest is as masterful as ever. Love your way of inciting an ending through the poem itself. Almost self-referential but more direct route to the unknown. Thinking too much is as ever problematic as thinking too little; dichotomy via unstated opposites. Great poem; good to see all is well in your neighborhood. Take care & ease, in equal parts.

    crb.

  3. there are scalpel-
    scars still on
    flushed flesh,

    mirror-marks
    of time that
    doesn’t pass,

    connective tissue
    knotted into daisy-
    chains of white tomorrows:

    this is evocative and also familiar…been there…like the word play in d(r)ied as well…i think sometimes i think too much as well…smiles.

  4. Love this: “sleep
    is the natural
    consequence
    of over-
    dreaming,”

    And yes, some of us definitely think too much! It gets us into trouble, distracts us, forces us into discontent, and turns us into poets and painters. 🙂

  5. that hid sunshine
    from the secrets
    inside

    thought this a wonderful write, there is much beauty and simplicity to be found, but depth I think, far beyond the words. Bravo

  6. Appreciate, as always, everyone’s wonderful thoughts and feedback. I struggled with this one a bit, and it hit at times a little too close to home. Means a lot to see all the positive comments.
    Peace & love,
    –jsl

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