Everyday: The Poet

everyday

the poet

Hi, friends!

I've been on a trip recently so sorry for the lack of posts, but we are easing back into the blogging world today with another poetry post from Caleb Alexander! 

We all know how much I love how the man writes, so without going on about it anymore let's dive in head first!

Don't forget to check the bottom of the post for all of his information!!

Also, be sure to stay tuned in for some exciting upcoming posts!

“Watching Aeries Drink Water In a Piscean Stream”

I read an interesting factoid one time about certain types of Rams

They will fight so stubbornly for what they want

That they will break off hooves in the ground and keep coming back for more fight

With bloody feet and broken ankles

It’s kind of noble

In a visceral sort of way

There are beginnings and endings to all my favorite stories 

Things left unsaid

Tongues hold secret gardens

And I will hold mine

Against your skin 

My stomach flips on airplane descents 

My head aches because I don't deal with (air) pressure well

The tongue wants to say,

“You're everything I didn't know existed in myself”

“I will be cool water to dip your fiery soul beneath 

I will be the melted snow of spring

Running in dirty convalescence down cracked sidewalk gutters

Waiting in puddles for your galoshes 

To splash me open and sneak ripples into my calm waters

I will be class 5 Rapids

Running violently through the shakes of your body

As I press my lips to your neck

My skin to your skin

Let me run clear spring water over your smooth stones

I won’t make you move, just slide around you like an electric blanket

I will watch you bound lightly up mountains

Horns curved atop your head

And wait lightly for you to sip me 

Like you could drink an entire ocean 

Like you can't be satiated by any other stream

And I will rehydrate you 

Bring me up to your parched lips 

In cupped hands with red fingernails 

Reaching into me like raindrops on spring orchid buds 

Like blindly sweeping fingers on the top shelf of the cupboard

Where you know something sweet is waiting, even though you can't see it 

You just feel for it until you can hold it again”

But the tongue runs between your lips

Knows it has other jobs to do

-Caleb Alexander

“Count backwards from 10. ‘What is 10? Numbers are liars’” 

 Your head is a shape-shifter

Backwards baseball cap-

Gun in your father’s holster

I don’t know you

Any better than I know myself

Damn when did it get so 

Cold shivers run from the base of my cerebrum 

“I’ve heard LSD sometimes sits in your spinal cord,

Reanimates itself at random futures”

“You’re always listening to that depressing music” 

You or the devil retorted to my panic.

And I don’t want to go to the imagined hell of Southern Baptist reveren(ce)ds 

I squeezed your dog for warmth

‘Til he yelped with empathetic fear.

“We can’t call 911, then we are all screwed, 

Just sit

By the fire, and shut up

You know I’m on house arrest.”

The framerate of my eyes are laggy

Pieceofshit components

Lazy manufacturer 

Sound not matching picture

Like kung-fu

When I look at the sky I see mostly darkness

With scattered lights trying to illuminate

Blank space and time 

Kaleidoscopic

But the darkness remains

What is my constitution? 

What is unalien? 

Able?

I’ve got knocking on every door of my perception

By demons and angels and Sylvia Plath

And the voice I heard clearest sounded like my father

Or my grandfather in a straight jacket

(To the ceiling to look underneath the hood)

I’ve got an eternity to figure out time

And place and how they are the same thing

The empression (sic) I’m left with is just 

Jazz records 

On vinyl

While my sister absent-mindedly picks at her DNA with stubby fingers

Like avoiding cheeseless nachos 

From a haphazard concession

“What do you hope to discover?”

I want to know

What remains when entrophy reaches zero.

-Caleb Alexander

social media information

Caleb: Instagram- calexander17

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***You can also find him reading his work most Sunday nights at Coffee Underground in Downtown Greenville, South Carolina at 7:30 pm***