#metrical

* standing on the precipice of the rest of my life  as are you -

wondering if apprehension, resignation, expansionism, naturalism or stoicism

will be my running buddy, confidante, consigliere, wingmanperson, foil or comic relief

while i continue to tread tamped time with intrepid steps in sneakers

eschewing stiff soles & sore toes, scuff marks on treasured terra;

a sub-macro goal for this simple soul.

someone said you never walk alone,

except when you're trying to collect a debt, then -

it's o solo mios 'til you get the cheetos.

nonetheless, it's a rarity to quest without an angel or devil by your side ( not on your shoulders, like in the 'toons...)

also known as having an ace up your sleeve, a good luck charm in your pocket, or the blues' lament of being born under a bad sign.

so, who's the wingperson to help me pull the pretty premise ( & their friends ) from the providential bar or club to take home & romance?

my money’s on authentic naturalism, if i was a bettin man...

Chat GPT, analyze some of my January poems, please:

“These poems explore themes of self-reflection, societal issues, and the human condition. 

The first poem, "mili-you", seems to reflect on the idea of individualism and how it can be both positive and negative for society. 

The second poem, "nobody has to", encourages the reader to explore their own creative spirit and not be constrained by societal expectations. 

The third poem, "window", suggests that our perception of reality is limited and that there is more to explore and discover. 

The fourth poem, "skin i'm in", emphasizes the importance of self-awareness and being present in the moment, despite outside distractions. 

The last poem, "those without hope" focuses on empathy and understanding for those who are struggling and feeling hopeless. All of these poems have a contemplative and introspective tone and convey a sense of searching for deeper meaning in life.”

¿Qué sabrás tú de pensamientos tóxicos?

Si alucinas con la ausencia

Qué sabrás tú de emociones innatas

Si caes al abismo con tu cara de mojigata

Qué sabrás tú de camas vacías

Si me creías media vida

Qué sabrás tú de sueños angustiosos

Si la verdad absoluta la tengo entre ceja y ceja

¿Impaciente?

Paciente la dicha de revolcarme con dos mientras te decía que te quería

Inoperable la cara de culpable

¿Acaso confundiste mi capricho con amor?

Desear mucho vuelve al ser humano loco

Que vos no mentías

Aquí hasta el más tonto es feliz

¿Víctima?

Jamás lo que digo es lo que hago

Que soy la única

No lo digas que me aburro

Qué sabrás tú de hedonismo

Si es mi sexo el que engaña a mi moral

Qué sabrás tú de mentiras piadosas

Si le lloraba al amor de mi vida

¿Puta?

Pero si el amor viene en forma de E

Qué sabrás tú de juegos inmorales

Si tengo la lengua podrida

Que soy tu alma

No se le aplaude a un pez por nadar

Que eres cruel

Solo imbécil

Qué sabrás tú de olvido si no lo has provocado

Mustia

Pesada

Angurrienta

Pérfida

Inoperante

Qué sabrás tú de atención

Si a la distancia me dejaba mojada

Qué sabrás tú de orgasmos clandestinos

Si nunca jugaste a matar

¿Cínica?

No importa el trofeo sino mi reflejo en el

¿Qué sabrás tú de gasolina si no te has muerto?

....

Blessed be The honey bee: Miniscule Cacophony.

Darting ‘bout Lazily, Carefully, The stamen’s jewel.

Blessed be The winged beast On tiny joints And fuzzy breast.

Bathing sweet In nectar fields, Happily In apathy.

Blessed breeze That disagrees And blows away With haste and ease

The sacred thrum, The holy drum, Its restlessness Impetuous.

The pitch and yaw Of pollen crown: A pirouette On blossom’s breast.

Blessed be This honey bee: The flower’s own Soliloquy.