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JLB May 18
Reading your writing
I'm yearning for longing
Wishing to know you
While you wish to know her.
You document your pining
With a cigarette in Paris -
I document mine with a poem,
And a brown bag in Frederick.

I have a Fascination with suffering.
It's true, I'm just killing time,
and so are you.
JLB May 8
Canadian goose sitting
On retaining wall of stone.
Bellied up to the roadside edge,
Seemingly alone.

Wistful and wishful the goose,
While watching the men working-
On sterile high rise apartments
Near build-it-and-they-will-come bars.

With wings that can fly, oh why,
Does it seem like he will jump?
It's a 10 ft fall way down below
To a concrete & chrome filled dump.

I look into his eyes to find,
The huge suffering he feels.
But further there beyond the goose,
A habitat's revealed.

A winding glade n' Greenway path,
To an urban pond and park.
Not as grim to him, I see--
friends swimming by the dock.

Yes, a goose will always find
The water in the sprawl.
He'll find the pretty little stream,
By offices & malls.

To be goose, is to be free
Of yearning and supposing.
Of thinking how things ought to be,
Unsettled by the hoping.

If I could find my little stream,
Oh, maybe I could swim.
I could honk and splash and settle down-
Find the peace somewhere within.
JLB Mar 30
"She's just so pretty"

You said
3 different times,
As you stood standing
In green satin
Microphone in hand,
To 50 people,
And your
Best Friend.

"We met freshman year in the hallway, and it was love at first sight,"
You chirped.

Ironic in tone
but,
3 ***** martinis
Distilled the joke,
So that it
Tasted
more like the
Confession
Of a jilted
Lover.
JLB Feb 7
Celestial bubble,
Pearl of plastic,
Divine globe.
Red ball inside.
Such joy
I find
To watch it roll,
To watch it
Wind.
A quarter cost,
But mine
To keep.
World is heavy.
Big Bounce
Is Cheap.
JLB Jan 23
City of yearning,
And I'm trying leave my wants
Behind.

Surrendering fantasy
To the salt on the roads
And the Port Authority
Mechanical building.

LaGuardia hanger 7C
What will be, will be.
JLB Jan 23
Sitting above the tarmac
I'm reminded of my moral failures
Chicken on my Caesar salad
After passing a truck on the highway here
Feathers flying, lost to the wind
Quiet whispers of misery.
**** it, I'll also have a 10am beer.
JLB Jan 6
Expectations are heavy stars
Human heaven, holding scars
Big bang, she's a gamma ray

The brevity of life
Is overwhelming
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