Quitting Lasts Forever
Trevor Abes: Writer
Tag: poems
April 2, 2021
Everything is Personal
There’s nothing personal about people
Gatekeeping their lives
Even if you cried at their weddings
Looked after their cats
Shared meals at their tables
Because everything is personal
Like looking with your eyes
And sleeping when you’re tired
Axioms
It’s what is called a universal lever
A free option you can call in
Soon as you find the strength to do yourself the favour
March 13, 2021
Turnaround
You don’t always have to choose the thinnest paperback
You can fan yourself out and play in caves where shadows don’t obfuscate the exit
You can see them again and prefer to save the effort of pushing through the crowd
Let the dog ears settle before you’re comfortable
With someone kissing on your mind again
The exchange rate from blinders to uninhibited senses is always favourable
Call that commitment instead
No more being stunned like cattle, the drive of genius displaced on people
Who will find the fine print in ride or die when it’s convenient
March 6, 2021
The View Between Your Fingers
I could tell
All I’d get
Was the foyer of you
Just kicks
Took each other home like reference only volumes
To maybe feel moved enough by something
To want more of it
Light particles changing costumes
Two verses translated as DNA
Holy water from a pipette
Applied with any style of prim
To feel rosy with a scientist’s trust in empirical evidence
Tops in time-capsule technology
Poetry with other consumable options
Besides quiet splendor
Like ingestible glow
Wearable sonorousness
Portable perspective
Draped over our particular frequencies
Of being in the world
February 24, 2021
Respite
—Liked what you read? Grab a book.
February 18, 2021
Moving On
When the broken glass of life
Scrapes dead weight from parts of you
You still treasure, gathering the slivers
Is a short path to hypersensitivity
As opposed to applauding the poetry
Of how long you’ve had your head down
Letting the unfairness nestle
Into the corners of your smile
And bloom into the tender sweetness of a heart
Whose open arms proved insufficient
The music in your hips newly sprung by bae’s absence
Her face in every woman’s face regardless of age
Stop trying to stop seeing her everywhere
Stop beating yourself up for finding yourself asking
What do you mean what do I mean by love?
Years into thinking the answer was set in stone
Just steep in it and get familiar with how you are
Too much food to finish for basically everyone
Until someone comes along happy to wrap you up
And save you for delectable exploratory unravelling
Which, for the record, is the opposite of cutting back
To compromise on the tenant between your eyes
—Liked what you read? Grab a book.
