Broke Daddy / Poem by Gerald Blanchard

Lights flickered
Trembled a thin audible
Shoulder knees
Broke Daddy

Talkback, miles behind
Fleeing, between
The multple seconds
Weaving, slowing

Gloom flicked the light
More traffic
Big soft hands
Light network

Sideways are twisted
Chest scenery
All became a blur
Casually under an hour

He lay back
Enjoying, sensation
Power sensing
Terrestrial surges

On his left he had nothing,

Machine Mind
Pulses, beneath terror dreams
Buried cigarettes, fingertips
Sidelong worn out shape

The woodcutter
Princess, you dreamer
Service boys talk about
Infinite Space and love

Stories about routine
Thought about smoking
Outside the limits, hands adrift
Rangers, main-port, psycho charts

Turnpikes, mile-straights
Small talk, night ends
He settled back again,
Touched the space

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.

LONESOME / Poem by Gerald Blanchard

LONESOME
GERALD BLANCHARD

I lost my mind deep in silence. With

Others. Bend your soul. Did you mean

those kindly chosen words and yet…

Did you ever think of me beyond your walls?

(sighs)

Now, trapped in the kingdom. Ardor Dominion.

Our years went by. Lost in illusion. Spasm

moments. Heal wounds, break plot lines.

(wistful)

Nicknames, late nights. Spending time with

your sounds. Forgotten dreams, sweatpants.

Was I ever your man?

(looks away)

Said my name in a way I liked. Cute.

Was it our last night? Burned my spine,

created hesitancy, windshields.

That horizon.

(pause)

Remote landscapes, hair in a gust. Tugged

at my shades, it was night. Keep the bad

dreams away, you say. Taste of vanilla on

those lips, called me your baby boy.

(smiles)

Inferior, under your muscle,

I imagined you as an outline, really,

That had holes to fill.

(concerned)

What you told me last night.

Was it real? A sound, a whisper.

Of us fighting for those nights

Where we felt like different people.

Future Heaven/ Poem by Gerald Blanchard

ENDER

Forever yours. Lost in an idea.
Of a future Heaven. Beings who
slept for ages. They guided
lonesome hands. Said secrets,
lost words, pronounced yearning.
Nourished with a dropping chest pull.
Drowsy, we woke.

(PAUSE)

Time only kept up with us. I said,
you were all I needed. Didn’t lie,
can’t to you. Those drifting memories
where we wanted to tear each other apart.
Belonged now only as fuel.
Becoming the vehicle.
To hold each other longer.
In this view of the tower.

(PAUSE)

Oh, that breeze. Holds me. Like you
Would. Chills me, keeps me.

(PAUSE)

Powerhouse.

(PAUSE)

Your arms, rough skin, hand on
shoulder. What did you mean when you said
you won’t read notes with my initials?
All the words were for you. In that
time capsule. Would you put me in
an envelope, to lose me?

(pause)

I’ve only just begun dreaming about that
time that isn’t here yet.