Jack Gladstone

Jack Gladstone Aug 2014

2 hour trip to a concert.

One of my favorite artists.

Eventually one of yours too.

She even made what ended up being our song

It was for my birthday.

It was cancelled, the concert not my birthday.

We're taking the trip anyway.

The real present was your presence.

#music #present #songs #birthday #presence #concert #ingrid #michaleson

Jack Gladstone Aug 2014

I'm a prentious a$$hole and if you get this poem you likely are too. But that's okay

listening to French pop
"I'll have liked it when it was cool before it get's cool"
sriracha sauce on pesto pizza
"The waiter was right the flavors are very complimentary to the palate."
watching a ****** "me" movie
"wow their color usage in the lighting really shows the Giallo Italian horror influence"
Listening to the Friendly Indians
"My favorite band? They are only popular in Orange County so you've probably not heard of them.... oh you have?"
watching Un Chien Andalou
"tres interessant"
reading Sartre and Nietzsche
"my favorite philosophers man."

my pretention leaking out slowly to reveal I'm just a ******* underneath this finely unkempt exterior.
Is that changing? Well no but i thought you should know anyway.

#hipster #pretentious #*******

Jack Gladstone Aug 2014

alone.

I'm alone, you're alone
we all get together
we're alone together.
I suppose that's why we get together.
To be alone together.
Parties of aloneness is something
but
seven billion people alone together.
That's a remarkable thing.
We pair off.
Find our ones.
In these moments we are pairs of people alone.
Then it is not too bad. Not too bad at all.
Then, sometimes pairs break or have strain.
Alone leaks through.
Alone always leaks through.

#sad #lonely #alone #together #loneliness

Jack Gladstone Jul 2014

we don't fight

We don't fight. Not really.

Set the scene:

i do something stupid.
This could be a great number of things
but even i agree they're all stupid.

You know i agree but are usually still mad.
and always rightly so.

Our relationship is far healthier
with this understanding and yet
in this time i almost wish we fought.
At least i'd have a side worth defending.

Instead your face turns into an ice sculpture made by Michaelangelo,
not the ninja turtle.

In this time,  without my best friend
(companion,  confidante)
i am alone.

Slowly your anger melts away.
You give me your hand.  You kiss me.
In this time I know that all is right in this world, even if it is one where I ***** things up, as I am loved by the one I love.

#love #sad #anger #stupid #fighting

Jack Gladstone Jul 2014

What does it mean to you?

People get annoyed, I'm sure for how I talk about you.

Work you into conversations, tell stories about you. I wonder if you are the same about me.

I stare at you when you aren't looking without shame for you are mine. I wonder if you do the same as I am yours.

My head rests best on my pillow when it contains your scent and I wonder if mine comforts you the same

I see you in the moon, in the stars. Where is it that you see me?

Maybe you do completely different things that are just as goofy as I do.

In short I know that you love me but I know not how. What that entails. What it means to you.

My love.

#love #meaning #sappy

Jack Gladstone Jul 2014

Poems Are best left Angsty

Always thinkin' bout somethin
Always talkin' bout nothin'
Always doin nothin'

quit talkin' bout it

Just keep sing sing sing sing sing sing singin along

don't make no decisions.
counter productive tunnel vision.

we're spinnin wheels, never shiftin gears, diggin ourselves deeper in the rut.
trying to escape the black hole still covered in regional sludge.

but what are ya gonna do?

the last line is a cop out as i found this in an old notebook unfinished and lazily added that... my apologies.

#angst #small #problems #firstworld #midwest #towns

Jack Gladstone Jul 2014

Our American Dream

we were just two more methland residents, dreams floating in our heads.
we were hoping to prove the american dream was not quite really dead.

but times sure change and so do dreams.

i guess.

We're not the next Spielbergs
We're not the next Mansons
we're too Fu^&ed; up for that.

but maybe some of our dreams won't die.
you and I can keep some alive.

We're not the next Clintons
We're not the next Tolstoys
we're not skilled enough for that.

I'll carry the 2.5 kids if you will buy the house.
They will paint the picket fence white and we'll hide
quiet as mice but acting like rabbits.

I'm not Ward and you're not June
but this will work out anyway.

we're not the next Cleavers
we're not the next Bradys
We're at least better than that.

#dream #america #american #firstworld #midwest