A poem.
jason
why is there a piece of paper with the words
“accidental creampie”
written on it
on our coffee table?
//jf 3.14.2021
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accidental creampie
Tag: poetry
murky depths in shallow water
A poem.
it’s the start of another cold day.
i am standing on a bridge above a creek
that makes a rushing sound as it crosses
the linn before the pier shafts.
i have an entire half-a-joint left and i am done.
as i listen to the water flow,
so do the thoughts that would deluge
any if they stood on that same precipice,
that wearing surface at three AM,
stoned and very aware.
not that anyone would care about my bouts with chance and disrepair.
should.
but it’s how i feel
and there again, another day,
as distant constellations fade with the night.
a light on the horizon,
a constant.
there is a candle burning somewhere bright.
//jf 1.20.2021
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graveyard shift
A poem.
i look at you
and then i look at your daughter
and i see a man who will do anything.
a man too self-consumed
putting prosperity on the table, not food,
that he can’t make any productive difference in her life.
only fifteen, already too late
with shorts that leave nothing to hide,
a glare through deep holes entwined
so you can’t see the fear they leave behind.
yuanda
A poem.
like waters before us,
I pictured a wall
that would separate us from them.
at first I thought my force of will had faded
until
a barricade, a band-aid
contrived by those we stood-fast to reject.
and while their wall was never meant for us,
but them, to keep us outsiders at bay,
I claim it, in Our name.
now they can never take it away.
//jf 9.9.2020
first response
A poem.
its a way to matter.
to show people you care
past your hard, judgmental stare.
never mind your hearts a flutter
and your stomach tense
and the first impression layered and dense.
humans are fragile
and we tend to crack.
bottle the air from a lifetime of breath
and a legacy wont outlive its trail.
//jf 7.11.2020
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