Waiting

As I lie and listen to
a song that once had
such specific meaning,
I regress.

The decisions I have made,
and those made for me.
The twisting, churning waves of
my life.

The roll of the die, clichés
coming to mind, and
possibilities pushed away by
inaction as much as
any action taken.

Infatuations that
fell short of
love.
Relationships crushed,
rationalized away.
So I continue waiting for
my “perfect partner”
to come along.
But is someone waiting
for me?

by Erik Shinker

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Mouth Feel (Read Aloud)

Crinkle cut carbuncle nectar drops;
trapping, in sapping amber,
an echo collated to completion.

Words dripped down around
distinct intersecting steeples;
cascading scales of crackling cackles could
wonder and wither away.

Carmine curiosities squeeze in
tandem toward narrow awnings; yearning
after some semblance of reality.

Blithe, babbling
tulips rustled up simply
for the sake of
sound and feel.

by Erik Shinker

Music Monday: “Bad Things to Such Good People” by Manchester Orchestra & Julien Baker

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Music Monday is a meme, created by Drew at The Tattooed Book Geek, where I focus on a song I absolutely love and feel needs to be shared.

Song: “Bad Things to Such Good People”
Artist: Manchester Orchestra & Julien Baker
Album: Bad Things to Such Good People – Single (2018)

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Selfishness

I am fixated by
the way your laughter
explodes despite your
half-hearted attempts to stifle;
I would like to be the cause.

I think of how your smile reaches
your eyes; creasing in such a way
that only increases your beauty, your
honesty, your
splendor.

I want to sit and share
myself; to learn
about you.
Where you come from,
how we are similar, how
we are different.

I daydream of us speaking,
but each time we draw near I
am flummoxed, confounded,
and all the other synonyms listed
in the thesaurus.

There is a flurry in my chest at
even the thought of your proximity.
I want to impress you, to find out if
these feelings are just flattering fancy or
if the connection I feel truly exists.

I have been fooled before; attraction
can be such a burden to bear,
especially when it is carried alone.

But I am selfish; or
have you not
been paying attention?

I haven’t thought about
what you want;
not even once.

by Erik Shinker

Age

Comfort in an engulfing valley.
Closeness, with the option of escape.
Warmth, with the choice of
chilliness to cool down.

Laughter, from
the belly of an aging man is
no less joyous a sound than
a baby’s cooing giggle.

Curled into a
fetal ball of safety; the
protective separation of
isolated existence.

Nothing can be
taken away when it
has already been
sacrificed for another.

by Erik Shinker