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JAC Mar 2019
The texture of your voice
in the dark is soft leather
and coffee in the morning
stones on hot afternoons
to sweaters in the evening
but that is just a single day.
JAC May 2017
We have what it takes
To end the world.
We've had it
Since the beginning of humankind.
JAC Feb 2018
It's as if
we find
peace

in each
other's
wars.
JAC May 2018
Quiet

stretch
headphones in
touch

play

Tom Petty
the heartbreakers
are silent

free
free falling, falling

lights
off, dim
light through
basement
apartment window

too late
to sleep
too early
to wake

and I'm free
falling, falling

touch
pause

headphones
out

get some rest
goodnight Tom.
JAC May 2017
I can't
Help but
Keep her
Toothbrush
Where she
Left it.
JAC May 2018
I could put it into specifics by describing your toothpaste. No matter how recently you had bought it, that sorry tube was always a mangled mess. Twisted, creased, folded plastic or whatever it was, topped with a messy, half-open, broken-hinged, ineffective cap. Slathered with the blue-and-white residue of rushed mornings and tired nights. Exhausted. Does toothpaste try? It gets the job done, sure. But you probably waste half the toothpaste by destroying the tube like that.

You were like this with many things. Exhausted, a little bit crumpled and always partially wasted. Like toothpaste, I know you were always trying, and you nearly always succeeded at whatever you were doing, you were just often left with something not finished to your own standards. Dissatisfied with your own success. As I'm sure toothpaste is when you have a fine smile but still end up needing a filling again. Toothpaste does a good job, you must understand. We are just sometimes careless, and we sometimes don't have the time we need. We all still end up needing to schedule a dentist's appointment once in awhile.

Nobody likes the dentist. They’re bound to be good people, dentists, but I’ve never met anyone that doesn’t dread the dentist’s throne. Really, we’re supposed to avoid them - the whole goal is to never have reason to see the dentist, right? But we always do. For a regular check-up at least, if we can remember to book the appointment, as much as we may want to get out of it. Something that should be so easy to get out of, had you just brushed your teeth right all the time. So toothpaste is never as effective as you want it to be. But maybe that’s what makes it so satisfying - squeezing the life out of that tube, you can feel like you have power over the inevitable. That’s what you wanted.
JAC Nov 2017
In a place
where a light
isn't easy to find,
it's wonderful to be
able to see you glow.
JAC Aug 2018
Today I died on the freeway
by the overpass on the 427

a hot and relentless August rain
made it too dark to be five thirty

I walked home slowly from work
as you do when you're tired

oh yes, I was sad too
but we all are

it's easy to be sad
when it rains in August

when I reached the overpass
in the middle I leaned over

my hair passed my eyes
and droplets fell

down, down

I thought about it
twenty feet into traffic

the guardrail is never as useful
as a sweet and good-hearted hug

so then I thought better of it
and put my headphones in

I died on the freeway
then got up and kept walking.
A lot of poems about rain and highways recently, but that's only because it's been raining very consistently and I'm on the highway every day. I don't seek out clichés, they find me.
JAC Jul 2017
There is nothing new
under the sun.
Now, under the moon,
what is not unique?
JAC Apr 2018
Now the water
is at your neck,
you swam too far
into what you didn't
yet understand and now
it's too late to make it out
from under this next wave.
JAC Aug 2018
Hold
the hand
that holds you.
A forgotten and un-numbered epigram in my series.
JAC Feb 2018
We spent all our free time alone
and so our time together cost us.
JAC Sep 2017
Dear boy in the mirror,

Where
have you
been?
JAC Nov 2017
Meet me
at the bottom
of the world
and we'll
climb up
together.
JAC Jan 2017
Even
The voice
Of the train
Sounds tired.
JAC Feb 2017
You are your own footsteps:
The more you take,
The more you leave behind.
JAC Oct 2018
They felt
like raindrops

a fall night's cool dark air
gently pushing me backward

the unexpected satin drip
down my cheeks and
the side of my nose

blink

and one
before the other
they burst on my shoes

one, two
three

four

marks on
black leather
as I walk home
in October wind.
JAC Aug 2017
They told me,

"leave
until you miss
being home,

go home
until you miss
being gone."

I listened.
JAC Apr 2018
And we
spent the day
in the bed with
white sheets,
wasting away
our golden hours,
our youth
and our future.
JAC Jul 2017
I stood there,
in the angry, dark air,
my hair curling everywhere,
and it was all I could do not to stare.
JAC Feb 2018
Of course
we are
all of us
fighters

of course
we each
have our
causes

causes
to which
we must
devote

ourselves
completely
though we
struggle

the force
of our minds
of our hands
unstoppable

we are power
we are change
we are strong
we are strength.
JAC Feb 2018
We are well aware
of the cycle of history
the pull of the times
and their grip on our arm

but in immovable force
of endless movement
we run alongside together
differences are our lungs

in unmeasured numbers
we charge as but humanity
and with undeniable battle calls
raise the emblem of our hands

towards what we so believe
resisting the pull of silence.
The first draft of the first of three poems I've been asked to write for an intersectional feminism magazine. It seems rather backwards that I, a boy, was asked to write for a feminist publication - but I thought it would be a good opportunity to write without using my own words. The series is called "Of Our Hands".
JAC Feb 2017
In a world where natural tendency
And temptation is feared
But hatred and ignorance
Make us comfortable
We that love and we that see
Are crushed by responsibility.
In response to some of what's going on in the world. This is just one response, but one that may be shared.
JAC Jun 2017
Catching herself halfway through a smiling sentence,
She heard the familiar door slamming "goodbye",
And her jaw told me she knew exactly what was going to happen
But neither of us really ever know anything.
JAC Jan 2017
I
write
about
that
which
I
do
not
understand,
in
hopes
that
maybe­
I'll
come
close
to
understanding.
JAC May 2018
One twisted wreath ring
stainless steel, size 8, scratched
******* on right hand

leather wallet, bi-fold, European-style
my father's, my nineteenth birthday
three train tickets, debit card, folded five

five keys, two keyrings
keychain says Budapest, never been
four keys decades older than me
just one, newly cut

headphones, black
one ear doesn't work
wrapped carefully
never tangled

lip balm, mint

coffee receipt

three quarters
four dimes
a nickel

and the understanding
that I've a hell of a long way to go.
JAC Jul 2017
Waste
what time
you're given;

              Cherish
                 the time
                    you steal.
JAC Nov 2017
The world
can no longer
end quickly -
it has
already
slowly
been dying
since we learned
what we are capable of.
JAC Jun 2017
Overcomplicate me.

Make
Mountains
Out of my dust.
When I inevitably go,
Don't let me
Go easily.
JAC Jul 2017
"A wildfire does not have any choice
regarding whom it falls in love with!
It is too far out of control,"

he paused, his eyes concerned.

"Just as a tree has no choice
but to fall for a wildfire.
Flames are undeniably beautiful
and full of such intrigue."

He smiled, his thoughts showing
upon his small face.

"I fell in love with a wildfire,
and I had forgotten
that I was but a tree,"
he said.
JAC Aug 2017
Here's to
sad songs
and dancing
through the kitchen
in our sweaters and underwear
when we should most certainly be asleep.
JAC Jul 2017
When you write,
What do you offer?

Life to the lifeless
Power to the powerless
Voice to the voiceless
Love to the unloved?

Or are you
Simply
In need of all that too.
JAC Aug 2017
There will always be one morning
you'll remember waking up
and promising yourself
you will never forget
who is beside you
sleeping, calm,
happy, and
safe.
JAC Jun 2017
All at once, it was a rainy day
Chilling and grey,
And I wanted you to stay
But you had to go
So I took back my "hello"
And kissed you goodbye
While the clouds in sky
Continued to cry,
"Oh, who am I?"
JAC Nov 2018
I.
Some of the leaves are still green
crawling between cold alleys in morning
thin wind stringing them along
carrying them towards December

II.
The trees are decorated too early
every year is an unsurprising imitation
but still you are warm inside with your family
making up for the colours you lack outside

III.
Cocktail dresses flash like little winks
hints of resolve so ready to be broken
the gold flows like goddess ichor and smiles
kissing like lovers who will leave tomorrow
loving as if we aren't

IV.
Love is in the air like chlorine gas
and no one is the wiser for it
the streets are still covered in old, dark snow
but we're too tired of it to notice
it's only a few sleeps until spring.
I love T. S. Eliot.
JAC Apr 2017
I write into spaces
And talk into holes
Writings are our faces
But words write our souls.
JAC Apr 2018
on wings of the child
of a small yellow bird
it took just under
one awful minute

tires, voices
shouts, a scream
a chorus of them,
a choral chaos
that didn't stop
until you ran away
bird song halted

just like that,
those people
will never
be home
again.
You
JAC Mar 2017
You
You remind me
Of you
Before you
Were someone new.
JAC Jul 2018
I said It's just so easy
what is, what's so easy you asked
the words slipping from tired lips

we lay in pitch black
your back to my chest
our eyes not adjusted

being comfortable with you I said
you laughed, the best sound I know
no it isn't you said

we could see silhouettes now
each of us tangled in the other's
breathing in tandem

who made you the expert on me I asked
you did, silly you whispered
and I understood.
Still working on dialogue poems.
JAC Feb 2018
Reaching elevator doors
heart crashing to standstill
breath ripped from lips
cold twisting, poison heat

no no no no no scream your ears
pounding the walls, ground floor
down down down shout your hands
clattering earthquake on steel

your eyes swimming in disbelief
ground floor get to ground floor
slow descent watches free fall
where is the ground, tell me please

they are not gone doors opening
are you okay stranger you've terrified
run run get out get out they are not
gone gone gone echo rattles your skull

panic tearing throat from neck
you could have done more say walls
burst outside cars screaming like mother
lost child gone gone gone no no no

suffocating outside too no escape
not today no no no there is no air
black go lights you've hit your head
it echoes gone gone gone gone gone

gone gone gone gone gone
JAC Sep 2019
Today I recall every time we spoke
and every time we didn't
and I tell myself I knew you
but I didn't

what I knew is that you were unstoppable
a force of integrity and passion
golden and swift
and I wish I knew you
when I had the chance to.
JAC Sep 2019
It's so nice to see you I said
but when you turned around it wasn't you
and someone else hurried away, confused
I didn't think anything of it
until I knew
the last time I saw you
it wouldn't even be you.
JAC Sep 2019
I was told it would happen
and I dismissed it as imagination

but now I know I was wrong then:
I see you in places you'll never be again.
JAC Feb 2018
I see the way
your t-shirts fade
your book pages crease
your nose turns up
your clothes aren't folded
your ears turn red
your tea isn't strong
your lips don't close
your stubbornness wavers
your shoulders are warm
your thoughts circle
your eyes flicker
your shoes get *****
your cheeks get spots
your beliefs are relentless
your fingernails chip
and I love it.
JAC Jan 2017
I'll never understand
All of you, no
I'll never even
Understand some of you
I simply want
To understand
Enough of you
To be somewhat worth
Your beautiful time.
JAC Jun 2017
Little one, don't harden your heart
You're almost done, your garden, your art
Some of leaves and growth and green
The rest of paint, the beauty you've seen
Translates through you
And those who knew you
So all you see and all you leave
Are growing more than you'd believe
For you are a garden of life and seed
And while you do have all you need
You grow abundance, you've love to spare
And so, with all you know, you share
Your art, your garden, and don't despair
For they'll all remember you for this
And you've always more for whom next you kiss.
JAC Jun 2017
I can tell
You're almost okay
Though you're a thousand
Miles away.
I'm all about finding depth and complexity in the barest simplicity, but sometimes there isn't any. Sometimes there doesn't need to be.
JAC May 2018
Your bed is too big for you
yet you lay in the same spot
every night without fail
the imprint of you
reminded over and over
of your shape, size, your outline
your mattress will never forget you.
JAC Apr 2017
Your room has seen your secrets:
Your dangerous apathy
Your restless midnights
Your inviting sheets
Your missed mornings
Your tireless love
Your tired admiration
Your sore beauty
Your tentative bravery
Your half-awake kiss
Your sober frustration
Your wasted excitement
Your naked safety
Your thoughtless stresses
Your mind being torn apart
Your soft intakes of beautiful breath
And it will never, ever not want you.
JAC Jun 2017
There is an inherent musicality
To your bare humanity
A soundtrack to what makes you human
There's a rhythm to your movements
There's harmony in your breathing
There are chords in your voice
There's​ a deliberate delicacy to your touch
As if you care deeply about an instrument
There's a tempo to the way you love
And notes in your laugh
And there are so, so many kinds of music
In your solo act.
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