posted on July 27, 2017 at 9:26 pm

crystal gazer

on a summer night

i saw you there

the taste of tequila

your cut off jeans

the stones rattled in the ditches

the comets shot in the sky

the frogs warbling in the darkness

the hedges lined the green stormy streets

i touched your neck as you were driving

dont stop you said smiling in a headlight

oh your house is incredible said a voice in another room

the furniture on all its different levels

at the top of the stairs a darkening bedroom as thunder rumbling

an immaculate selection of drinks fruits and teas

all kinds of other interesting things

the blue cats approach

all the stuff hanging on the walls

gods and stuff like that i guess

we sit and talk

i dont listen but i touch like its the most natural thing

stroking her like you would stroke a fawn

softly and with good intent the evening is laid on

oh my little empath feeling her way forward in a harsh world

she loves the creatures amassing much credit

she could harm nothing in her dimmest dream

shes a genie with her obsidian black eyes with the crescent iris

with the deep vaulted heavens above revolving the stars

andromeda titania virgo swept by and the storm abated to leave glorious clarity

in the city where she lived a holiday was to be declared henceforth someday i suppose

the arbours of her cactus gardens emerging from the rain like visitors

the sway and sweep of her tide the warp and woof of her fabric

the impending sentences as she spoke and her characteristic lilt

long black hair pulled back she was so fucking languid

lets go upstairs whispers a voice from another life

follow me whispered the soft stars

take my hand the sky tried to imply somehow

my hand breaks upon her wheels

my head revolves like  her hidden planet in symmetry-less arcs

my brave soldiers are defeated

cruel barbs deflected

arrows of outrageous fortune turn aside

some things well you will just never forget them

other things you will always remember and theres a difference

sorry ive digressed or have been drifting off

little empath says Im a witch dont you know

and she turns into the angel riding wormwood down

the heavenly host trumpet her coming with lightning so they say

with her pharmaceuticals and her tinctures of olde

and her low key glow that illuminates my mind

when i wake up and she is gone tomorrow into her fog

left me with my handful of nuthin’ and my fading dirge

stranded at low ebb in a dream of glittering water

outside the thunder hammered her eaves

her electric car shuddered in its stable

the hours ripped in half and then thrown to the wind

mozart composing the music of the celestial beings now

Klimt dressing the trees in gold

Nero burning the cities on the horizon

the crackle of an electrical disturbance

the past sucked time down into her whirlpool

fleeting pleasure races by and leaves deep ruts of pain

my still heart pounds and shillings

the abject dread of solitude

the voyage begins with a single sail

 

 

 

 

 

10 Responses to “my lost love”

  1. Jmb066
    Jmb066 | 27 July 2017 at 10:15 pm #

    As your words usually do the lines “some things well you will just never forget them
    other things you will always remember and theres a difference” really got me thinking today, thanks miss and needed that from your post. The push and pull of your lost love someone from your past, someone your looking for, maybe a little of both?

    Take care,

    Jason

  2. etta
    etta | 27 July 2017 at 10:18 pm #

    Ok. We gotta let her go now

  3. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 28 July 2017 at 2:26 am #

    Hey Steve. I don’t know anyone that writes this kind of prose like you…. I have “Rimbaud complete”. And he’s got some awesome stuff. He was basically a kid in poetry club with a vivid colored mind and a knack for abstraction….. You remember “Gem” in that empath episode. That one was great. Those butt head dudes were like “everything that is great in a being Gem observed in you. She was a mute. I also got a bit of revelations in this one…. Funny thing about that book is it says not one word can be changed …. Or it gets bad. But I remember reading a bit where the bizarre stuff is going on and it says something like ….. “Un-quote” the mystery of God is finished. But I suppose today we still live in the mystery of God. You rock Steve😀

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    ninigretboston2017 | 28 July 2017 at 2:28 am #

    Lovely, poetic, and essential….brings to mind some of the lyrics from “Operetta”

    In summertime
    Picking up an insistent distant beat
    Beachcomber come home now
    Come in from the heat

    Yeah!

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    mattyc | 28 July 2017 at 1:52 pm #

    “fleeting pleasure races by and leaves deep ruts of pain”
    But memories fade like the dusk and all too soon they beckon, “the summer night,the tequila and the cut off jeans” and we set that “single sail” and brace ourselves for the descent…

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    caitbrid | 29 July 2017 at 1:37 pm #

    You always astound me! The last 5 lines are fabulous. There is that dread of solitude popping up again. As I get I older it becomes more and more of an abject dread. Thanks for making me feel a little less abject. Can’t wait to see you again in September!
    XOXO Kathleen in Philly

  7. etta
    etta | 30 July 2017 at 8:41 am #

    Beautiful Sunday morning
    Beautiful beautiful Sunday morning
    I am in love with you
    You’re not perfect
    But you are
    Vague thoughts of chores
    Will maybe do in a daze
    Unless you crystalise things
    Whatever you like
    Or if you steer me where leisure is
    I accept that too
    Thank you
    Thank you
    Thank you!
    For now I snuggle and snooze
    Or dream of getting breakfast

  8. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 1 August 2017 at 1:40 pm #

    Coming into Jericho city soon. “Tantalized at full blast!” We were enjoying ourselves burning their Masonic aprons and stopping the levitations. Throwing loads of US bills with the wicked B Franklin on their grim streets. Burning the harps of babylon stopping their flutes too. Yea taking a P on the himalayas. “I don’t not care” and I was gone

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    veleska1970 | 5 August 2017 at 1:42 pm #

    <3

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    cwinters | 6 August 2017 at 8:44 am #

    Hoping, dreaming, wishing you find Love Regained.


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