true Bodhisattava talk......


i hope to fulfill my destiny :)

blanket

i’m
peering, through
its threads, the tint
of flamingo light
hits it right, so
the colors all
mesh from turnips
to peppers, with white
gliding throughout, and
as I bring it close,
i breath in and out,
deeper where
muscles soften and
melt, where sparkles
of golden wisdom flow
through mind to world,
to you, sir, and you,
father, I bring it close
and the further i push
the air out of my
lungs, the more the
blanket begins to breathe
with me, pulse with my
every sigh, like LSD,
where everything is
just alive
and that is all required,
to not be humans doing
but humans being, to
guide love, and to finally climb
twisted deoxyribonucleic acid
slowly and to see tranquility
existed in life, after all.

can you drift?


see about beyond


floating upstream,


when you’re just


in bed, alone,


half-in, half-out,


tapping into the


fifth dimension


with each quick



breath of the
universe.

grandfather, i heard of you...


Mindlessly curving through the walls of infinite reality, depth perception doubted his insanity through retrospect was obvious. He, defined, by apples and oranges, he loved both. Apples he peeled like one line snakes and oranges squeezed tight until pulp was worn on porous ceramic. His martinis round the clock, friday nights in new york city with his one buddy.

the waiting kills me



this is my heart
scooped open,
carved out to its hat’s
brim, scraped until
snapped into two
over
our
parents
empty
heads,
each fleck of me
spirals through
their brain
and my heart
reveals you,
skipping rocks
over lake ontario,
eating pineapple
pizza after vanilla
dutchies on concord,
held up in your arms
in our pink bathroom,
rrazor on the ground,
shrieking, at the hospital,
at delmonico’s for steak
dinners in syracuse at
six months, i’ll never forget
how you looked that night,
and there has been so
such music, from dilla to
cassidy, i knew you’d love
biggie, falling down ice at
tinker falls, my glass slipper
caught by you, my face red
from rusting, sharing a
joint and a cigarette in
the park, even the mess
of drunken nights,
whether it be peppermint
shots or chocolate cake
ones, i’m leaving you
for a bit, but
each piece
of you brought
back from doctor’s
prying is refreshing
even every blacked
out childhood
moment, i
emphatically
was created
to balance you,
while we all
sort of stand
here, on tight
rope, waiting. 

your style is so captivating
very much enjoyed

Stella

Lovely images Jess, I feel anxious for them both.

thanks stella and sue :)

without you

and here i lay
like death on a sewer,
losing grip.

papillon

i caught
you
beneath skies
touching my
nose, sweeping
up thin air, between
trees.

only the clothes on my back

i
have
only
this pink floyd shirt
and these paint stained shoes
and
the state in which
you both left
my
heart.

#19 is excellent Jess. The form really works with the poem too.

B.

I'm scared. Shitless. No medical insurance. No car insurance. No car. No college degree. No job. No family. The only hope I have is you Steven, please, don't disappoint me. And before the next time I'm blessed with sleep, I'll pray that these words won't be my last.

thanks B

Jess
cool, bueno

into two

is a dong for me in 19
try: in two
maybe


and 25 is just superb
keep it coming, Jess

t