Under The Stars, Above The Sea III

all he seems to do

is write some sort of poetry

and engage in dalliance

 

that happy fool

with a floating boat above

is so beneath society

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014

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[Her name here] ii

no ordinary attraction

but an affinity –

that’s how it feels

when her beauty engrosses me

in the moment

and fulfils –

never surfeiting

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


Watertable Vault

if this be the last

you’ll ever read

from this outcast

then let it be

the seed

 

I plant

and when it flowers

you propagate

but only

if you relate

 

you see…

I bleed

and bleed

and bleed

 

and before I sleep

I let the thoughts seep

through

so, before you

put me back in

with the soil

let me be

the water on your table

 

let me flow

with no pressure

 

and should you want more

there’s plenty

in the vault

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


Roam the Street Home

warm heart

soft womb

 

sweet breath

flower bloom

 

now the days loom

and it’s almost June

 

please come home

soon

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


L.Y.G

all the attention paid you –

I sure owe no debt

 

and just as I accept that you left

so too should you understand

why I didn’t try to stop you

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


a case of the bass

all I need is bass

and soul

to turn these words

into song

 

this silence

hear that sound?

aren’t those the rhythms?

no?

yes?

 

c’mon then

let’s dance

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014


the colour of everything else

synesthetic hues

induced by the indica

and the true blues

of a starlit night

 

giving clues

to the curious consciousness

which is fuel

for everything else

 

© Heath Muchena, 2014