My First of ⊙ctober


June 9 by The Running Son


My First of ⊙ctober



You will be led up,
where paints and the musk
of creativity are brushed,
and things touching things
brush you.

I am where LA October blues hang
in smoke rings, but
I am April longing, now fresh
into spring and calming, chest falling,
long on each of your eyes.

I called you up openly,
and ask all veils fall back
for me (only us, you see? We who’ve already flushed
away both our air).

I am static, october electric—
At last in this damn oil drenched attic
I will fight battles to paint
your full color past right;
capture October mid-autumn blush,
sweating light.

I will see you again.
Then the day will come when we’ll recount
the times you caught me mid-
heartbeat working out
at LA speeds all my opium-den

furies and painting needs. For you,
I’ll justify this attic, deny my tragic past
until a new-sprung balance arises
and every angle of you meant to be cast
is finally externalized.
And for once, may I please outlast those vast October eyes.





by Jim Aldrich

☀ ☁

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


12 thoughts on “My First of ⊙ctober

  1. Eva PoeteX says:

    Your words. They make me ache. In the most beautiful of ways. Thanks for that!

  2. I.K. says:

    its nice to read))

  3. WilderSoul says:

    I don’t know what to say to your love poems, Jim, except that I am learning how tender a man can be inside.

  4. Lots of fun to read!

  5. Ar Vhee says:

    a poem worth reading.. =)

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