We all have Kodak
moments/ but when the true
Polaroid moments are
happening (mostly when
we are alone)-
The only thing left
to do is paint or
draw the story with
words.

[But that's another tale]

This is about that moment
when we are not dependent
of someone else/ (how intimate
we can be with someone else)
even
if we feel them on our
back.
Falling rapidly (fearful of
missing the drop zone and
terminal velocity.)

[This is how I fall.]

There would be screaming
but who’s here to
hear
(and times before I
have screamed at the
top of my lungs about
my fears, arms
flailing, reaching
for the cord,
or the living being
attached to me.)

These are the moments when
it doesn’t matter if
I roll my eyes or if I can
count on previous feats of
willpower. Hope.  Compassion.
The ability to overpower
fear and rage.

No matter what happens,
I have to throwaway
the myth of flying,
and pull-out of this.

(God forbid that I
cut-away at this point,
or depend on someone
else to do it
for me.)

Nothing or anyone can capture
the moment
or measure how you feel (inside)
when-
you realize “I’m
falling and I haven’t
hit the ground yet.”

“You’re right!”
-Chester Arthur Kent

This is how you live your life
and why we will have to separate ours.

This is thought to be
caustic/ not because of
its cost/ but because a hole remains/
like a cigarette burn through thin
material.

And such is immaterial to you./
Even though you own every word
said to you/ of you/ the sound is not
merely enough unless it is your voice.

(Though  often I find you gurgling words
surely Narcissus did into the lake.)

Yet, no one has come up with a way
to quote you/ against yourself/which
you don’t find flattering/Thus,
in every debate you enter/ you find
yourself with the last word and “Victory.”

This is how you live your life and
how  we separate our ways.

5-1-09 (Revised 9-15-09)

I say—
What if we risked great leaps of
faith/canyons of logic
suicidal commitments
and aggressive loneliness…

Because we are ups and downs
in a long journey seemingly
going nowhere;
Been waiting at a yellow light patiently—
I’m not in a hurry to hurt.

The vows we made to each other
have been forged as all good rings
of pure (golden) truth;
Our diamonds earned by conflict.

Yet secrets—
Yours/ My fingers tired from waiting
Then tv dinners/ One player
video games/ Happy hours
by myself.

We dinner/we sleep together
And inside each other;
But take separate cars
even though we are headed to
the same place.

9.09.08

[Chester Kent]

I’m pretty certain that the creation of sound and the words that lie on the page are pretty close. But yeah, just click on the player below.