Waves
In English / French
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid toi adieu; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Bon voyage, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Goodbye on the double
The sooner we part
The sooner you’ll double back
Alas, you’ll sooner forget to breathe than forget
the warming tanquerays of sunshine basking over
fizzing waves that crest in pools of foaming soda
Don’t look back, mon vieux ami
The scenery behind you will tease your wandering eyes
daring you to reminisce and yearn for the perfect serenity of
floating on air as light and soft as mammatus clouds, blanche pur
A quick turn of the head will test your lips to kiss your past
Each memory a sip
One sip melts your stress away, très facile
Two sips bubbles your senses and lights up your synapses
Three sips warms your blood into thick molasses which calms until ataraxia surpasses
And now you’re home
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid toi adieu; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Bon voyage, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Goodbye; 473.176 times, goodbye
You’d better get moving
You’ve got a steep climb ahead
Sure, you’re debilitated but ruination is mt. ranier
if you don’t summon some sum of sumpter-like strength to
summarily set forth on your perilous peregrination, get past the crux, and summit
Bien sûr, beware of summersaults dispersing a sumptuous demur
Shakers moving wafts into deep breaths through your nostrils
allowing the aroma to snifter crisp, cool flashbacks of you and your mates
getting chuffed and pissed downing pints in pubs before and after massive matches
You see those clouds ahead?
They aren’t soft
They are stout and they’re forming below the peak
Accepter la pression so as not to hop back into the suds of your ale’s respite
Where elysian illumination flows steady not desperate without consequence to digest it
And possibility is boundless
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid toi adieu; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Bon voyage, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Goodbye before this farewell is vintage already
Why are you still here?
You’re the one who wanted to move on, pas moi
Instead, you could be out of these elements back inside
meandering down in the cellar selecting from the variety of
blanc de blancs et du vin rouge then easing into uncorked relief until you’re numb
You told me to help you resist soigner le mal par le mal
You should’ve realized that decanting your life is douloureux
not agréable like a brisk breeze brushing your face while sailing at dusk
with besties, brie, baguettes, and beaujolais—the nectar breathing it all together
There is congruity in your cherished past adventure
Turn around and drink it in
Acquiesce to elixir pouring over your wounds
Grab hold of a grapevine from your harvest and pull yourself upright
Come in; sip sauvignon blanc into the night playing checkers like it’s chess by candlelight
And… now you’re gone
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid toi adieu; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Bon voyage, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Written July 2024 / January 2025 in Aurora, CO & August 2024 in Honolulu, HI
In English
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid you farewell; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Safe travels, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Goodbye on the double
The sooner we part
The sooner you’ll double back
Alas, you’ll sooner forget to breathe than forget
the warming tanquerays of sunshine basking over
fizzing waves that crest in pools of foaming soda
Don’t look back, my old friend
The scenery behind you will tease your wandering eyes
daring you to reminisce and yearn for the perfect serenity of
floating on air as light and soft as mammatus clouds, pure white
A quick turn of the head will test your lips to kiss your past
Each memory a sip
One sip melts your stress away, nice and easy
Two sips bubbles your senses and lights up your synapses
Three sips warms your blood into thick molasses which calms until ataraxia surpasses
And now you’re home
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid you farewell; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Safe travels, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Goodbye; 473.176 times, goodbye
You’d better get moving
You’ve got a steep climb ahead
Sure, you’re debilitated but ruination is mt. ranier
if you don’t summon some sum of sumpter-like strength to
summarily set forth on your perilous peregrination, get past the crux, and summit
Of course, beware of summersaults dispersing a sumptuous demur
Shakers moving wafts into deep breaths through your nostrils
allowing the aroma to snifter crisp, cool flashbacks of you and your mates
getting chuffed and pissed downing pints in pubs before and after massive matches
You see those clouds ahead?
They aren’t soft
They are stout and they’re forming below the peak
Accept the pressure so as to not hop back into the suds of your ale’s respite
Where elysian illumination flows steady not desperate without consequence to digest it
And possibility is boundless
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid you farewell; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Safe travels, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Goodbye before this farewell is vintage already
Why are you still here?
You’re the one who wanted to move on, not me
Instead, you could be out of these elements back inside
meandering down in the cellar selecting from the variety of
white of whites or red wines then easing into uncorked relief until you’re numb
You told me to help you resist the hair of the dog
You should’ve realized that decanting your life is painful
not pleasant like a brisk breeze brushing your face while sailing at dusk
with besties, brie, baguettes, and beaujolais—the nectar breathing it all together
There is congruity in your cherished past adventure
Turn around and drink it in
Acquiesce to elixir pouring over your wounds
Grab hold of a grapevine from your harvest and pull yourself upright
Come in; sip sauvignon blanc into the night playing checkers like it’s chess by candlelight
And… now you’re gone
Goodbye, old friend; it’s been a journey
I must bid you farewell; it’s getting early
This is where I leave you; battered, bruised, in a gurney
Safe travels, cheers to you; you’ll make it, surely
Written July 2024 / January 2025 in Aurora, CO & August 2024 in Honolulu, HI
