jack-singer
American
I grew up in Albany, NY, and spent a lot of time playing music and reading and writing poetry throughout my last few years there. My favorite poets include Bukowski, Whitman, Hafiz, Joy Harjo, and many more. If you're interested in my music, be sure to check out my band, The Assortment of Crayons, at http://soundcloud.com/the-assortment-of-crayons. I hope you enjoy and I appreciate comments of every nature.
There are secrets
whispered all around us,
the earth speaks
through her gentle fingers;
the grass
waves in the wind.
We are made
of the same stuff
as mud!
Yet something else
is happening here…
Show me the key
to our consciousness!
Humanity can observe
and pick at the cell,
we can stare at the atom,
the vibrating center
of the universe,
we are getting closer
it would seem,
but we aren’t
going to reach
It.
What if
I told you
It’s all around you,
Just breathing gently.
Relax,
inhale It,
let your consciousness expand
and contract,
all at once.
Set your soul free,
let it wander
gently through the darkness,
towards the light,
yes,
Closer.
See It now?
Glowing in front of your being?
Go ahead and touch
It,
Rub noses with
It,
Put your hands inside of
It.
Yes.
You are
It.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
When I go insane
It will be that creeping
brand of madness,
sneaking over my brain
like a cloudy veil.
A whick-whacking creature,
trudging with sticky feet,
forward, forward, into my mind,
a pesky itch just behind
my right
eye socket.
La la la la!
I’ll pace around
grinning and singing.
I’m going to get lost in my head,
and you can too.
didn’t they tell you?
The infinite universe
is inside your head
too—
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC
I want to drop
the fattest bass line
Ever.
So thick that people
are literally shaking,
(lose control of your body,
you won’t need it in this place)
Ka blam!
baby wake the **** up,
**** is about to get
Funky
in here.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:24 PM UTC
It can be a spiritual event,
a bowl of cereal
and cold milk,
Taken with the rising sun.
A moment
of peace and stillness,
A breath
of serenity
Before
The day begins.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:23 PM UTC
It’s a strange relationship,
she waits for me, motionless,
silent,
useless,
perched on a guitar stand
as I sleep and
take care of other daily tasks.
Sometimes I pick her up,
she sits in my lap,
my strong fingers
fret up and down her neck,
I grip her throat
And she thumps back in approval.
It’s crazy to think
I’m literally holding onto notes,
I can feel them beneath my fingertips
(My body’s sensitive place)
trembling in apprehension,
responding eagerly
to my every feeling.
I outline shapes and patterns,
strange looking things
that I’ve come to see
wobbling always
in front of me.
then I set her down
and she is,
once again,
a piece of wood.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:23 PM UTC
I wish that I could go
to this place,
walk around
on the neon clouds,
swim through
that place within all of us.
I’m so happy
that you made this
just for
me.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:19 PM UTC
I feel like a ******* superhero
when I think about You
walking around your college campus,
150 miles away,
your behind shaking back and forth
As if to tell the spectators,
“No.”
Your ******* nod up and down,
Approving your soft face.
The suitors
trail you like butterflies,
proclaiming their love for you aloud
they swim in your wake of sugar,
the place you inhabit
glows with golden energy.
You turn them all down
because for some reason
I am the lucky one.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
It’s been a while
since we last
did this.
I’ve almost forgotten
the way your body
fits together like a perfectly
intricate song,
one part flows
into the next
seamlessly.
The patterns etched into my mind
come back so effortlessly now.
I’ve got my hand between your thighs,
I feel your warmth,
Breathing.
this is familiar.
I’m going to touch you
in that secret place.
It’s irresistible,
the look on your face
as you give up
and melt into the feeling.
I plunge into you
like splashing through the surface
of a crystal calm lake at sunrise
and you explode
like a million
shattering windowpanes.
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:16 PM UTC
You exist
simultaneously
in my pocket
and in New York.
Buzz… Buzz…
Each text I send,
an attempt
at a well-crafted
digital love song.
Goodnight sweetie.
☺
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 5:15 PM UTC
Last night I dreamed
In great green valleys.
You and I
laughed and dashed across
a trickling stream
of cool diamond water
lapping
over smooth polished stones.
on the other side
we dried our bare feet
on the soft warm grass,
carpeted and mossy.
laughing we raced up
the sloping loams of
the earth’s fresh surface,
Emerald green in the setting sun.
Atop the ridged crest
we gazed into the horizon,
eye-level with the clouds
that had pinked over
like soft,
tender flesh.
I felt your smile,
your presence,
breathing
somewhere
inside of me.
crying out like children
we flew down the grassy slope,
crossed again the eternal stream
and ended somehow
inside some cozy cottage,
warm and safe.
and suddenly we were alone
and I kissed you
and that’s when I woke up
and outside the dawn was just graying
to reveal a thick fog,
settling over the land.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 11:36 AM UTC