a dude answering for poetry in the face of a girl..


May 11 by The Running Son


A dude answering for poetry in the face of a girl..



Hey you.
Ok, truth.

They pay me well.
But suddenly
I’m bi-placed, frozen in space,
and now I’m faced
with telling of names and aged dates

of cagey friends, and dads,
ghosts and lame past
grit grey ghost
writers sidecasting
flight-rhymers, including

me child, eventually away.
Across byways
I dream of being beside you,
on Sundays, along sun-sides.
You always seem so moon-lane wide

and I find
my star-ways and sea-ways
my own way, in any way.
I must ride silver side down, a ways.
Through high times

and across highways, and during high sighs,
but they were all ways to find you, i now find.
But you find me! And girl, you are some+thing!
me?  ii i feel like im uumm–
like i b twelve years of age, like a babee

beside you.
Or maybe nine, and trying too hard,
mountain-climbing way too high for poets to even see
to write, eyes toddler teary. Nice try.
but love, strengthening, says otherwise,

and I’m warmed
by rays, made or traded,
any way i can get them, baby.
but hey,

you shine




by Jim Aldrich


6 thoughts on “a dude answering for poetry in the face of a girl..

  1. Nice sentiment here, Jim and some lovely sounds. I particularly liked:
    my star-ways and sea-ways
    my own way, in any way.
    It rolled off the tounge. Best wishes from Baldy 🙂

  2. Ar Vhee says:

    Reblogged this on mët•a®Vhëë•n✪ia.

  3. wbdeejay says:

    She has impact, for sure.

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