distractions

i try so hard to push you
to the back of my mind
where i might not notice you
as much,
where you won’t trip me up,
but every turn,
page or corner,
brings you to the front
where i have to read the words
or see your shape in shadows,
you are in everything,
fleeting glimpse,
lines on the page,
sweet sweet memory of
your taste on my tongue,
perfume on my collar,
distractions…
i can’t get enough of

— glb

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I can’t seem to get out
of my own way,
a step forward falls victim
to double-talk,
triple belief that I will
make something of myself…

then I won’t

uncertainty pushes its
way through my mind
dragging doubt with it
fueling fear of failure

what’s the point
in even trying?

— glb

aimless

aimless
seeking guidance,
a way to break
this stasis

change for the sake of
well-being,
forward momentum,
movement in any
direction

yearning for
sparks of intuition
my path to the stars

— glb

Vignettes IV

Vignettes IV

In fury and rage
She attacks innocents
Putting weights upon them
And measuring the output
Of their collected supposed sanities
With quiet thoughts they endeavor
To stay out of her sight
Knowing one rueful glance
Means the end of happy days

There is no joke
But we can’t help
But laugh at
Where we find ourselves
Brothers and sisters
Meaning to make sense,
Failing
And flicking our funny bones
As a final result

Lost long but
Forgotten not
Together rolling in love and lust
Entwined forever
Kisses chasing kisses
Longing long and slow
Soft and deep
In each other’s eyes
Parting palms
Lips blowing that final buss
Over heads
Onto lips puckered

— GLB

Vignettes III

Vignettes III

For all I try to
Shelter myself
I cannot get away
From the drenching rain
At the shore
Both the torrent
And the ocean
Will make wet, but
The ocean will
Expedite the process

This pillow smells of
Scents from nights
Spent in my bed
Catching my breath
Breathing in heady aromas
Breaking a sweat
Just remembering
Nights that I pray
Will repeat endlessly

My eyes water at your
Image
Voice
Scent
Love breaks everything
Down
And builds it all back up
In its own image
Your advantage
Was that
I was not built
When you found me
I was in need of your love
I am in need of you

The harsh glow of this night light
Illuminates my soul’s progress
Through every stage required
To become a citizen of this
Cruel, cruel universe

— GLB