Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: A Simple Carbohydrate

A Simple Carbohydrate by mindgallery

A Simple Carbohydrate by mindgallery

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I had a foster brother Bobby whom I shared a room
when we were both in second & third
grade

Bobby made small drawings of angels with crayons
and he’d tape them onto the wall
by his bed

each night he’d kiss these drawings, so
I asked what are you doing and
he said

i’m kissing my angels
goodnight

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And every once in a while we flew
or at least we tried to
find heaven

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Walking quietly through
the moonlit night
our toes

know more than
words can
say

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every once in a while
when we were in second & third grade
we flew quietly
through the moonlit night
kissing heaven, angels, drawings

he said, I know I can
our words say more than
what we tried to find
a brother, a room, crayons and tape

goodnight, Bobby

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: The World

The World

The World

The sun rises like a brushstroke
of infinite possibilities
gently

whispering its bright morning
earth light on
all

so we can see, how beautiful
it can
be

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we can
be beautiful

like the sun whispering its possibilities
infinite
so bright

earth light
gently rises
a brushstroke of morning
on all

see, how it can
we can
be beautiful


Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Just Waiting

Just Waiting

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I’m not a religious man. But I can see things that tell me I’m connected with all and all is connected with me. And I love because it’s my most natural state. And I remind myself to let go of anger as soon as I can remember to do that. And I believe I have a soul because I have smelled the first day of spring and I have listened to Aretha Franklin on vinyl. And the things I feel in those moments cannot be explained by science.

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the things I feel
tell me all
as soon as I believe
because
all is connected with me
I’m with, and, and of, I

But I’m not a connected man…

I have a soul because
I have listened to Aretha Franklin on vinyl
And I can remember to do that
love, it’s my most natural state
And I can see that

And in those religious moments
I have smelled anger
And the first day of spring
things cannot be explained by science

and I remind myself to let go

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Heat Lightning

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maybe I’ll head home and flip
through a few pages in some book

until the words become heavy, and
the page number is lost until morning.

eyes closed, breath metered, watching
visions of emotion. blue skies

turning to orange, flashing pink. im
craning my neck in this deep sleep. the

heat of the summer boiling, builds
perspiration, only to be cooled, wicked

away. the wind turns with the grass,
distorting the curvature of the landscape.

and by some nearby town, a thunderstorm
passes above, flickering, highlighting the

vanishing point. mountains like ant hills.
distant townships nestled like model

villages. there, windows glow with the
most perfect shade of amber, while people,

contented, sit by the window after
dinner, watching the light, heat lightning.

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watching the light heat lightning
sit by the window after dinner, contented
while people the most perfect shade of amber
glow

there, villages with windows
nestled like distant model townships
ant hills like mountains
highlighting the vanishing point

flickering, a thunderstorm passes above
by some nearby town and
the curvature of the landscape distorting the grass
with the wind
turns away
wicked only to be cooled

perspiration builds the heat of  summer boiling
the deep sleep craning my neck in this
flashing pink

im turning to orange blue skies
visions of emotion watching
breath metered,  eyes closed
and lost until morning

the page number is heavy
the words become some book
until a few pages in
flip through
and I’ll head home
maybe

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Sun Day 2

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Sun

The whole sky blue pie
in the sky
thing

was intoxicating before
it was healing
then

we hit the ceiling and
had to start
again

Day

Flowers from the future
will carry our
scent

our smile will become
part of the
sky

and when the hurricane
comes, we’ll live
in the

wind

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sky ceiling
* a fictional story

sky and sun hit the day
the scent was intoxicating
healing our will

we had to live in it
become the thing before then
was part of the smile

flowers will
 – internet folk art

when the hurricane from the future comes
we’ll carry our whole sky blue pie
and start again

in the wind

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