Learning to Float

Illustration for the poem "Learning to Float" by Robert Lutz

I am a decentered circle
my weight shifts and shifts
and falls and falls

I am trapped by my instability
weighed down by my weight

How much a star must suffer

No loose ends swim in my waters
I tie them all to my belt
dragging the load of certainly with me

Always upstream
never with the current
that is my path
my determination
my choice

My will is strong
but its content
undetermined

All I have is drive
but I channel it
into empty ravines

Remembrance and regrets
they too are part of venture

Life is too overwhelming
as that a single voice
could ever capture it all

I love you precisely because
you possess a strong commitment
to challenging paradigms of oppression

Float untied
The knot’s a noose

Should I fly
yes I should
I should sore like an eagle
but there is no flight
no reaching up high
without learning to float

Which birds are stupid
enough to fly carelessly
their flight is perilous
but skill carves out
a space for safety

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Echo

Illustration for the poem "Echo" by Robert Lutz

Each summer you were bound for the zenith
Each time I asked you, my rosy cheeks
made a mockery of the Marlboro man

Pain is an army of clouds
concealing northern blue saturation

If I turn on the light, I see you
dreaming out loud

How are we supposed to fill the sky together
if I drown every time you bat your eyes?

Somebody once wrote on a wall:
“I am not an easel”
Apply your rainbow paint and I shall
retreat into pure scarlet

Who will hazard a glance
once the evening dulls
the sparkle of the canvas fibers?

How I wish you would take me
along for the ride

Let me take you

My radiant zeppelin
You are glowing in the sky
breaking the color spectrum

Sense is my lifeline
with shivering hands
I grasp for it in vain

Will you show me the way?

I want to remain in your light
but my desire casts a shadow
onto the foothills of Mount Soul

It’s quite a hike getting up there
I can feel the winds up high down below
as I follow the breadcrumbs
strewn along the sole road

Birds smear the azure up above
their flight makes me dizzy

Who will take my hand
so that I can stave off
yet another fall?

Forgive me, my thoughts are sticky
but please don’t wipe them down
they’re the goo holding me together

Distinction

Illustration for the poem "Distinction" by Robert Lutz

I graduated with distinction
From the school of forms

My presence marks the absence
Of morning and another dawn

Look me in the eye and
Tell me what you see

I am bare
I am empty
I am texture
I am rigidity

My somber mood runs deep
My growth happens at
The level of roots

My crown is the sky
Birds rest on my skin

I am exposed
I am different
I am other

Do not mistake thick and black
For stuck and opaque

Do not confuse fickle and white
With agile and pure

I stand out
I don’t stand down

Sea of Color

Sea of Color

I once dreamt that I was
swimming in a sea of color
my heart on fire
my head a cool blue

We were all green
brimming with hope
dreams and desire
no pebbles in our shoes

Our fortunes were not yet
dimming, flailing in vain
busted and for hire
masquerading as new

I climbed a hill that was
bickering with a puffy cloud
my legs admiring
the world we outgrew

Procession

Procession

The beginning is here
The bubbles burst mid-air
The rainbow is made of a single color

Brutal sunsets
Violent vistas of lush greenery
Purple dreams of stunning magic
Ecstatic propulsion toward a limitedless sky
Formless transcendence into the bursting unknown

Restless settling in a distant void far from yesterday’s dread
Pounding, exasperated lungs filled with hearts of joy
Energetic transformation of my iron heart
Earthquakes of turbulent laughter
Rays upon rays of light

An eloquent procession toward a simple word
A thoughtful, thoughtless labor of love
And the end will come soon

I see you