I won’t show you what I see you’re sure not to believe me. My view is shrouded, clouded, sad, and sweet and tragic packaged in goofy, filled with more darkness ridiculousness. There are dragons outside my window. Dire wolves, Huge, haunting, and lurking things, dragging…
Tag: thepoetrymarathon2017
23. Gold Plated
I never (don’t say it) I never had ever hoped to be without you like I am now. You, sitting high with your God Praising praises and good works (mother, do not encourage this) and shit. All of it. You can have my empire of…
22. The Rococo Narrative
Unsolicited elegance. “just paint your picture and be done with it” she says. Unamused, not impressed. “I do despise this dress with the lowest of my being” she’ll scoff, and reach for the decanter. “Madame, you mustn’t move, I must capture your essence” aye sir,…
21. i hate it (i love to hate it)
If words were as they should be LITERALLY would no longer be used to exaggerate
20. 10,000 (vengeance for Felicia)
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries, Millenia build and build and build just to see it all taken down to be rebuilt. Upgraded. lived in. loved in. cast aside. Trashed. Spat upon. oh. oh, but how beautiful she will be When she takes…
19. Maintenance
Time to come in, Rog. Oxygen is at a quarter fuzzy. The com tells me my daydream is at an end. (daydream?) I finished repairs a decade ago. But the minutes… the sacred minutes I get as my own spec of dust. Harnessing galaxies in…
Eclipse
Emotional moon eclipse the light fandango and soften the glow
Intimate Dinner
Away from the crowd Where it’s quiet, my love Let’s share this moment In candlelight, my love Just me and you at this table for two Shut out the world’s sights and sound Let’s enjoy our love jj2017
Aging
Would someone please help me find my keys? I’ve looked in the living room, dining room, and on the kitchen sink. I have checked the bedroom, refrigerator, everywhere that I could think. Asked the dog, his head said no Asked the cat, but, well you know…
17. like the loss of a sweet melody
So sweet. So sad. Minor. Major. But mostly minor. I finally understand why violinists make that face. Because they create the songs. that trees would sing.