The roses are long gone
Now I search for dandelions

The cake has all been eaten
Now I dine on bread and butter

The festival has ended
Now they’re taking down the tents

The symphony is over
And there was somehow no applause

I fell into an undiscovered hole
And no one even heard me call for help.
               ljm

You’ll become a poet of habit
A Monday’s offer in the supermarket
Your words will sell themselves
To feed the overfed
Alas
You don’t like the idea
Yet
You’re consumed by it.

-

she stands there with
equal curiosity and
reaches as i do
towards the
surface

thinking
how we both
could dismiss the
truth of the glass—

knowing
we each think
alike and are of
the same mind

believing
in each other's
convictions of
being

accepting
the warmth
of our fingertips

to prove we each
exist on opposite
sides

wishing to join
one another

looking deep into
focused eyes

whispering
permission

to allow the
other's hand
to slip aside

and
pass              
through...



s jones
2020



.

We outgrow our homes,
Moving on up, penthouse suites,
Or shopping cart roads

We fit in boxes
A shell of comforting walls
Apartmentalized

Rent to own abodes
Timeshare of lives all alone
The walls we’ll outgrow

To stand on clean sand
The Beach on clear nights, star-filled—
Soul outgrows the hand.

Only my dream hurts,
Let me not take my eyes off you,
Let me not bite you with my words,
I struggle to break out of the wild snare,
Can you help, - please ? and get out of me,
Snatching my eyes maybe ...
No need staying behind them
I’ll make myself believe,
That the spirit chooses you.

I drove all the way
Out here on an empty highway

Should I keep going
Or stay with the rust-colored sky

I'm not sure
But, I sure love the horizon's shine

The eclipse on the cacti
A bit of light colors the reptile

I know behind the blue sky
There's a diamond mine

But, a bit of dust never hurt anybody
So, I stay back searching for the oasis of my life
With many miles in sight
With many miles in sight

Before I sleep.