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***
