Haunted Heat / Poem by Gerald Blanchard

3 AM
Woke and watched
Carriers of Dried Omens
From horizon to horizon

Desolate control,
A few minutes later
That hot breeze
Went over my skin

Brackish, heat was enervating
Smeared his body with the fat of men
Windows viewing his body landscapes
Shared two scars under the belly

Walkaway, under his arm
Maps marked with messages, photographs
Wind-smoothed rocks, found him
Abandoned, he’s naked.

Atmosphere borrowed his body
Oxides, trace the pool with a nail
Admired his reflection
Temperature was high

Vaporize liquid memories
He looked at his body again
Transparent flesh
Sunlight circled tissues

He felt a sudden fear
Dominated landscapes
Shimmering struggles
Deep buried instincts failing

Hunger grew, framework
Violent spiderweb tender hooks
Stomach acid turned, nerves
Tingling in every breeze

Imposed control, fleeing
Whistling then a strange silence
Shot across the sky
Regained his circling

Loneliness
Companions in mind
Bred for the city
Bloodstream, helpless

Relics, cybernetic heartaches
Dream Enlightenment
Dreaming muddled
Vivid coherent pictures

Shades of mood
Sparkling phantasm
Slender bewildered
Beyond the sleeping flesh

Hold on tight, his boots
Slipped his arms out of his sleeves
His body thoughts whipped
Far distances

Wrapped his arms around his body
Stop the rot, blow his body to pieces
Wandering in the empty space
Penance, meantime

Scorched, stripped, flower beds
Edge of the park, damaged
Cupped his hands, portraits
He said softly, tonight

Within the hour,
Hours time, face death with me
There was this deep red light, purple hue
You can’t expect fingers to soften

His chest ached
Again, the room was inferno
The sun went out
On that illustrated man

YOU / Poem By Gerald Blanchard

If you only knew my mind, awake.
Lured myself to a dream. See that strangers
shadow. With the glowing eyes.
Spells overtook me, burned myself.

(sighs)

Smell strange aromas, wrote down memories.
Walking and looking. Busy sounds. Motions, bodies
erupting. Last whisper on the mind, went to his place.
Where I felt adored.

(sighs)

Energies stored. Stole them, selfish. Forever mine.
Evening, nothing to do. Try and find more souls.
Make you feel good, boots clicking, jeans tight
Another night.

(sighs

Magic is my interest. It is present when two meet.
A connection, eye glances. Certain pull.
To the depths. Of us. In this moment. This is
Mystical. You want me to want this too.

(sighs)

Forever, but darling. This only lasts for an hour.
Fantasy Brain. Burning under the sun, I imagine us all.
They’re all lies, want to tell you all my stories.
We love love stories.

(sighs)

Somewhere, someplace, where one person has someone.
Someone they would do anything for, die for.
Purpose to keep up that wardrobe, backgrounds.
Just a close body to melt with when the world ends.

Haunted Nights/ Poem by Gerald Blanchard

I had a love once.
Who died, in a chemical disaster.
Accidental. Or was it, did I wish it?
Hear his screams at night.
Guilty forever.

But what do you have to feel guilty about when you live in the future?

Our love is on screens and not in words.
I have forgotten the words, time and time again.
Memory loss.
A scene from my favorite movie, writing cryptic.
After all, these are just love notes to you.
I’d do anything to be in that moment again,
and that one.
With you, or that one.
A moment, you know the ones,
that burns us deep, that we want to see
again obsessively, again repulsively
We often drove through the wilderness,
before we couldn’t remove
the nightmares.

As we floated in space,
I always wanted to write about you.
It was happening, now. I was lost in my thoughts.
The past. Like always.

Even as this feeling of restlessness was faithfully lifted there was that sinking feverish thought of loss swirling in my mind.

The haunted part, dark spot.
I will always have regrets.
The loss is of myself.
I have written that time and time before.
Different voices spoke it, but I kept it near.
Spent too much time, oh what was it again?
Lost in the future, chained by the past,

Searching for that, pounding nervous skip.
Searching for that, sloppy kiss.
Searching for that, spark of driving response
Searching for that, heaven spot.