Lindsay’s Scribblings

Menacingly tangible
We compromise
As a barrier
Against what might happen
If we do not
Luring
Yet unacceptable
Menacingly tangible
We compromise
To avoid saying
No

Do you love me?
Because I
Am still trying
To understand
That word
That thought
How much
Is included-
In love?
Take it all,
I think
Perfect and complete.
Don’t change,
Not for me
Not for anyone
You are
Beautiful
When you
Smile.

It seems to me
That the person
You love
Is the one
You spend all of your time
Talking to
It seems to me
That the person
You love
Is the one
You inevitably manage to
Quote
Or think of
Or laugh at
Or laugh to
That person
Is the person
That you love

Walking past houses
Row by tranquil row
Networked indecision
Keeping me alone
Roads are empty
My voice carries
Over the whispering leaves
And the sky worries
Harsh gray anxiety
I reveal my alto secrets
Lighter every step
Walking past houses
Alone with my regrets.

 

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I would
Write these verses
In chalk
On my driveway
For the world
To read
But then
They would wash away
And I don’t
Want
       You to leave
I would write
These verses
In chalk
On my driveway
But I am tired
Of ephemeral
Permanencies
And when it rains
I don’t
Want you
       To leave.

Structure
Firm knowledge
Certainty in form
I know these rules
And I enforce them
And I stand
The lone agent of
Literary justice
But whenyoutalktome
I for get them-all
whenYou talk. to me
I don’t care anymore
These are the rules
This is the game
I’ve been set up
But still I will play
And you
Play
Me

Wispy
Intangible
Grappling
To be solid
The moment when
The sunlight tints my vision
Blue, Purple, Orange
And I know.
I know
Until the darkness reembraces
The next stanza of a hitherto
Unwritten poem
The chorus of an archaic
Mantra
Reverberating onwards
The resonance
Changing my pulse
Epiphany
The formless inspiration
And I know.
I know
What I really knew before
But in today’s hectic fog
Forgot.

Only my implied
Messages
And defiantly jostling
Elbow
Have the audacity
To ask
The question
My silence
And raised eyebrows
Why not?
Why can’t you?
I don’t want excuses.
I don’t want tension.
I want you.
Why not?

I have always known myself
Completely
Known my actions and words
To be my own
Understood their consequences
Even if attempting to deny them
But this
Is confounded circular logic
A cycle of wrong opinions
Misleading fallacies
I’ve always known myself
And this
Cannot be
What I
Believe.

I’m caught
In a haze of
Misconstruable evidence
And I can’t discern the truth
Only vague forms of
Discreet falsehood
I can’t discern the truth
From your personal verities
And I need you to
Relinquish me
Or I will die dizzy
In your casual
Immorality.