eyes

some moments are so beautiful

they melt

like I do

when you see me

like that

 

 

David Trudel  © 2014

 

 

Dionysus for dinner

I had Dionysus over for dinner

it was a disaster

he seemed so nice on the internet

posting all these great memes with classical metaphors

we became Facebook friends

messaging back and forth with ribald wit

which should have tipped me off

I assumed he’d evolved

become a 21^st century hipster

heavily invested in the wine industry

holding a controlling interest in all the Ecstacy sold at all the raves

a bankster druglord

a modern god

but no

instead, suburban calm was disrupted

to the point where the neighbours all came out to gawk

holding smartphones over their heads to record the spectacle

as Dionysus arrived by chariot

not just any chariot but one pulled by lions and tigers

roaring in frenzied exaltation

some old dude with a beard was with him

I thought it might be Willie Nelson at first

but he belched, said he was Silenus and pointed over my shoulder

I turned around

up the block came a group of half-naked hippie chicks

well, it seemed that way

right out of fucking Woodstock

flowers braided into their hair and dancing just out of reach

of a bunch of randy old goats

flashing shocked onlookers with penile magnitude

impossibly proportioned

they tore through my house

grabbed all the wine

a bottle of brandy, the gin and vermouth

even the hidden bottle of 18 year old Macallan

it all disappeared

they found my stash in the drawer upstairs

gone within seconds

boring! they chorused

they dragged me along

back out and back onto the street

they started playing a reggae tune

that I knew but had never heard before

I danced with them

shedding all self-control

partying through middleclass suburbs

subverting those who looked interesting

emptying their basement bars

sparking up herbs liberated from mancaves

freeing souls from polite restraint

until the goats had their way

the dogs began barking

as middle-aged wage slaves screamed their release

of a lifetime’s fear and repression

while we drained every bottle

until the only thing left to find

was sleep

I woke up on the front lawn

snuggling between one of the hippie chicks

and mrs smith from down the block

the paperboy was nudging me with his foot

it’s almost dawn, he said

still night for another moment

I replied, with a wink

 

David Trudel  ©  2014

diaspora

the diaspora of my thoughts

leaves me unpopulated at core

where there was a city

now, only mud huts remain

my words have become refugees

sheltering in desert tents

scattered across borders

this dispersion has left me burnt and derelict

my riches have disappeared

I am nothing but a beggar now

I wait for renewal

but my thoughts are stillborn

even naked truth ceases to arouse my passion

winds raise a curtain of dust around me

each mote a memory of a death

each mote a misdirection

a barrier standing between perceptions

until I am invisible and alone

unhampered by surroundings

unable to hear the cries of the many

I confront the emptiness of solitary freedom

and find peace

in the tranquility of disengagement

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

remember

remember that time

when it was all about

he said she said

remember that time

when the members were unattached

and needed remembering

to exist

remember

that time and this

into and out of memory

 

 

David Trudel            © 2013

 

 

declarative

declarative

I like your honesty

declarative

your words tumble

like the code to a lock

that has bound my heart

too long

declarative

walking beachmargins in moonlight

resonates

between here and when

when I saw that sideways

glance

declarative

I meant healing from hands on

declarative

if I could give myself up

and you give yourself up

we would have each other

covered

into a declarative moment

David Trudel   ©  2013

Traces

I dream of tracing your voluptuous curves

With my fingertips

Trailblazing the way for my tongue

I hear the quiet rustle of fabric

Pulled up and over

Feel the slide of silk

Downy thighs

My tongue remains tied

Eyes downcast

I fixate on your open-toed sandals

Your toes are ruby jewels I think

Nice toes, I say

With a smile

Which you return

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

She Said

Concise expansivity is where it’s at

 

She said

 

Arching her back

Looking over her shoulder

At me

 

Really?

 

Do you mean pinpointing infinity

Or

Opening your singularity to the collective

 

She waved

 

Vanished

 

I shrugged it off

 

But I still hear that echo reverberate

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2013

 

 

Beauty

Beauty doesn’t have to be framed and hung on gallery walls

Or stuck on pedestals and plinths in public spaces

Real beauty isn’t manufactured or reinterpreted

It exists in quiet forests

When the sun hits raindrops beading on spider webs

Like translucent pearls

Or in the glittering waves of surf rolling onto shores

Even city streets provide bold openings

I see masterpieces everywhere

In those around me

In the way that eyes seek other eyes

And hands reach out for other hands

Moments of tenderness quietly observed

We can all choose to see life unfold in splendid mystery

Revealing each layer of truth

Through the beauty of the day to day

Watching ordinaries become extra

In the radiance of love transcendent

Everything is beautiful

With the right perspective

 

 

David Trudel   ©  2013

 

 

Half Smile, Squared

 

In the complex simplicity of a half smile

When someone assumes someone’s discussion

 

You plot the course of a narrative

The four winds of the ocean’l find the enigwa

 

That sings mystery and allure

           

To know you take me mulch further, first draw midnite out

 

Promises mutually assured seduction

In and out of the adore that May’ll bumbasheer in obsession

 

Hints at boredom and ennui

           

Buttoned onto a how about it, kind of wheel-wzz got out of what mind to observe it!

 

Foreshadows betrayal

 

It’s rush at, Like a woman the jewel is dying with

 

All in the moment our eyes lock

           

It’s top-dollar-holler high in the hands jewel and factuulum at clutch

 

In a loaded look between us

And say’n, hollow?

 

Without a single word

Cold you take me jewelries handing how its abdomen underlane our rovering hell to who out-bungee I again landing your bicupcyucle!

 

We know

 

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David Trudel   and Dave Taylor   © 2013

 

 

Half Smile

In the complex simplicity of a half smile

You plot the course of a narrative

That sings mystery and allure

Promises mutually assured seduction

Hints at boredom and ennui

Foreshadows betrayal

All in the moment our eyes lock

In a loaded look between us

Without a single word

We know

 

 

David Trudel  © 2013