when confronted with the unatainable
some cower and descend
some idle in ill pursuit
but those who bypass will transcend
there is a fork in progression
will you abandon your inhibition
take the path less traveled
and awaken to life's mission
for it is only when we have nothing to lose, that we have everything to gain.
last night i was sad.
this morning i was sad.
so i went to bed-
and i died in my sleep
while the sun was out.
when the workers told me i was dead i did not believe them.
why? how?
i told them i loved someone
they told me i could contact him
but i wasn't ready.
how do you tell someone you're dead?
actually, i was to call him on his cell phone
the workers said myspace might be easier.
I put it off.
I went through afterlife orientation- still in shock over my own death.
at the end i said- i need to call him.
so they handed me a phone and his number
and it was difficult to dial.
i put the phone to my ear-
and i woke up in my bed.
i was flat on my back with tears in my eyes.
the sun was still shining on me.
i am happy. if he does not love me, i am still happy. at least i am still allowed to love.
i look at you for a sign
a sign that you agree
maybe you will answer
in the way you look at me
and so my mind lies waiting
and days later you will say
that i'm looking at you strangely
so for now i'll look away
it was black outside
and we stood at the checkout
stillness
beep
beep
i leaned against you sturdy and half conscious
standing tall
you let me rest into your arm
i looked at you
and you were looking forward
stillness
he is pure
my milk and honey drink
goes down smooth
soothing all my marks of misuse
taking me back
to a simpler, more innocent time
erasing, repaving
delicious
but i am hesitant to indulge
inhale, hold on
we go under
cool to the core
alien acoustics
muffled vibrance
we hold eahother, weightless
and share a moment
we surface and fill our lungs in sync
submerge with me
and let the silence set you free
this was for a photographer... let's just say my feelings towards him are much different now.
your voice is a reflective pool
but almost gritty
like cheap chocolate
sugary soul food
yes
your voice develops a grainy image
on smooth glossy paper
With age comes wisdom,
with wisdom comes the ability to consolidate one's needs.
So old men- they wear suspenders.
No weaving or buckling required-
arthritic relief!
Over the shoulders- and snap.
And you still retain circulation to your lower regions!
For the rest of the day you just slip out and drop trou -
bathroom breaks in a flash!
-Efficiency-
And they even come in a snazzy array of solids and stripes.
late at night
closing time.
the night elves all come out of hiding and start breaking it down.
it's all coming down so it can be--
reassembled.
love is cheap
it falls down and over
then gets up and dusts itself off
as it prepares to take another walk
as humans, we dramatize things
we are too creative
so i say,
love simple
love easy
and don't go loving lovers
love friends
love,
Ariane
