Poetry
There were men (2024)
States (2023)
This land of paths
All too hostile to take
Lazy witchcraft
Prevents our escape
There is nothing left
But slivers of life
Florescent lights
Darken this gray heft
Sanding all our time
'Til our clocks turn to rust
I counted change so I could eat
As if there's food you can trust.
Brown (2023)
The hyperfixation
From dry family diners
As if Ducks and Golf
Are the only things humanity enjoys
After The Parade (2022)
A tree, falls to the Earth
It becomes the earth
A man, falls to the Earth
He becomes the earth.
The Earth, falls to a tree
They both prevail
The Earth, falls to a man
The man shall die.
No one escapes.
Do not become Tree
Do not become Man
Become Earth
And you shall stand.
So too, do we
Rise as a tree
Alight from thunder
To united slumber.
I don't wish (2021)
I wish I was dead
I wish forgiveness was erasure
I wish I was alive
Blood. (2021)
No-One Has Yet Changed Because They Love Me (2021)
Why do I
fall in love
i cant have you.
untitled (2021)
And I did get it. It came naturally to speak to pages in the mind like a shrink in a box. Of course, this would get me nowhere, but it would be a harmless way to push the problem forward so it could no longer knock at my door when there was work to be done. Doesn't anyone see the card on the handle anymore? Can't they tell that I want them to brashly ignore the card?
I just decided to write it for a taste of the prose that runs around in my mind, rather slinks around usually, but not sneakily, only in a tired fashion. Running would be for when the poetry stopped and the music began to play again, a seemingly endless cycle of warm, sad nights and crisp, bright mornings.
One has to remember, you live in a low that is someone's high. It's always morning somewhere, so you can slip deeper into the night with this fact or arise with the other hemisphere, those who are already in the future.
Birthday (2021)
I wrote a song for you
To give on your birthday
But all I would ever do
Is give my time away
A river (2020)
A river
The crossing
Regretting every moment, every step could be a fall
Don't drop your shoes
Why did we go this far?
The other side
A crossing
Short circuit, it was worth it
A river
Dirty Glass (2020)
A clear mind
Is quite hard to find
Not achieved
But a goal to strive
A goal that I have yet to see
Starting out
Is the hardest part
Not clear now
Takes time to perfect art
Recurring thoughts
Of itself and lots
Of good songs
Takes a lot to not sing along
Cadence (2020)
Your beat
Guided me
My feet
Now slide from under me
Beauty and meaning
From a pulse, a heart, mine beating
Sweet vibrations
From inside formations
Life, dissonant without the movement
Bars and measures become irrelevant
The first I realized you
You had created a mirror of yourself
Those brand new shoes
Now sit on a shelf.
Art and truth
Seem now aloof
No metronome now
Is a why, what, or how.
Idaho City (2020)
A lot goes on here
For a small town so queer
Jump and jive
As if it’s alive
A population of only deer.
Time (2020)
Change (2019)
The reason why the world sucks is because everyone is worrying about getting jobs that make cash instead of change.
"Poetry with Jacob" (2018)
The ground was covered with leaves like those peppers in Pizza Hut packets, y'know?
My Poetry (2017)
Here comes the end,
It’s nearing.
Turn on the bend,
We’re veering.
With the world crashing down,
let’s make amends…
Many, many years we’ll go,
Travelling through the snow.
Our coats of life we knit together,
And then it all ended in December.
What can I do-o, Lord.
I think I should cut the cord.
It was great when we scored,
But now I don’t have the right sword.
How can I do this?
To protect them all...
I swear I won’t miss,
I will answer the call.
Can I push for the better?
Cuz’ I’ve got lots to lose.
Should I send the first letter?
Or just let it all cruise...