O Tree by Christian Gould

O tree.

Point your cheer,

Through the black mass of perspective.

Through the deep, dark

Of the present,

Where the off switch is pressed,

And the screen goes black.

And we sit from a couch, staring into the void,

Steering far from our goals.

Venturing off into nothing.

The Parties by Christian Gould

One head cannot

Fathom the lesson of the next.

Both past-tense.

Tensed into XL limbs, like rustic America.

Shattered between terse,

Planks of land, that we say benefit our hands.

Oh god, they are mud-glazed.

I fear their hollows and tumult.

Spaced memory finished. Another forgotten.

No helping two mud-slats,

Already marked as broken.

ECC Poetry Reading December 8th 2017 Part 1

My classmates and I reading our poetry

Single by CG(me)

My poem

Single by Christian Gould

Single, single.

We cannot break the eyes,

Into sharp shards,

And poke at others with blind sighted,

Disguises and compromises,

That we cannot actually believe.

Believing that one day someone,

Somewhere, in a land far off,

Will strip us of our darkness,

And detonate the immense happiness,

That always lingered inside.

No, instead I see a future of knives,

Raised with accusations,

When the cloaks of light fall off.

I see the darkness inside, finally,

Waiting like a lost lover.

Another entity, but is it meant for me?

                                                            Single by Christian Gould