the cryptic rendezvous


I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction

I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started

to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
Their eyes met in cryptic exchange
heated on his part,

annoyed she was way too early
for their rendezvous.
Hours early

he still had work to do.
She smiled back oblivious
but she knew and took this time
to reclaim her space
make others aware of her face
why she was there

and who she was there for.
He questioned his choice on this rapprochement
maybe he had re-established this relationship too soon.
Was this going to be a regular scene…
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ruts and such

It's been two months 
that I've been stuck,
trapped in a rut
I’ve been unable to dig myself out of.
Two months.
I couldn't look up,
kept myself down
laid out on the ground.
The future is still a fog
but I finally took the first step
to drag myself out of this bog…

perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination

her lofty ambitions often held her back, 
was it the lack of dedication
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying
and denying it was the problem.
If only they knew…
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust,
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal.
Welcome stormy weather,

let me light a candle.
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zaftig, charlatan, mojo

descriptors didn't enamor her 
so why was she enchanted by 
this charlatan's words. 
for a brief second: he was the guy 
The mojo this charlatan possessed
often left her feeling blessed
Aw sweetie, anything for you
she would reply
with a coy sparkle in her eye
and a spring in her step 
magical moments that lasted seconds 
before he became a bore 
and spoke out of hand 
causing her to fall back to earth. 
Oh, he could’ve been the guy… 
but remember 
she wasn't enamored by descriptors
zaftig? really?
Is that what you see?
In her body dysmorphic mind
she was unable to embrace her curves  
and could only equate that word 
with the worst 
She missed the body she used to know
The body she had 
before age come and took hold

wod 10/18

reprobate, acquire, awning

85 degrees in February!  
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up

only to have those blues skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.

I had someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask
.
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my favorite mornings

My favorite mornings are the ones 
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum

Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.

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reciprocal, somersault rationale

Oh my god she gasped silently. 
What did he do, now? 
She shrunk back into her shell and  turned away. 
If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge  his actions with a reaction… 
did it happen? 
Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, 
far from it, 
but she giggled as if it was. 
I mean
the respect was reciprocal,
but this spectacle he made of himself 
had little to do with her 
and more with the frustration 
so many others had.
We were trapped 
without a visible way out. 
Sometimes one had to shout, get loud 
then do somersaults to explain the rationale. 
However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.

Wod 12/18

congenial reveal matcha

I tried my best to put on a congenial facade, but the patron’s persistance that we had matcha was wearing me down. How many times could I repeat ‘No, we don’t.’
How many times could I list the teas we had in stock. I reminded her again that we weren’t a Starbucks or a cozy corner coffee shop. Still she persisted and insisted that she got one last week. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was on the verge of revealing my darker side. I wanted to walk away, instead I said ‘whatever you say’ and dropped the plain green tea bag in the hot water. Handed it to her, told her to have a nice day and mouthed under my mask please go away.

Wod 12/19

devotion, daunt, cryosphere

A noise behind the closed door 
startled his senses, with a jolt he 
shot up like a bolt. It was a crash 
bang clang, a signal that a new 
disturbance had entered the atmosphere 
He was tempted to call out 
"Hello, who's there?" but then he had a 
flashback to the last time he asked 
that and blindly opened the door, the 
last time he attempted to investigate 
and his world imploded and he crashed 
through the crack in the cryosphere 
and found himself here. Inside a 
dark cell dedicated to his devotions, 
a place to play out his premonitions 
undaunted, untethered by outside 
criticisms. He was not prepared nor 
ready for this intrusion on his solitude.

Wod 10/22

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