Jack Raynes: Poems

Sep 2014 · 340

Jack Raynes Sep 2014

You've gone away
swollen leather bag dragging on sand
stretchered stitches, padded heat
a weekend drunk tearing the incomplete
the fear that falls glide through my hands
paper instructions with my future plans
a Tuesday writing, a playful reigniting
to the swollen bag of memories
An awful spell for metamorphosis
releasing the tie, fearing the tide
no longer need proof, nobody needs to know
the history of a boy sent into the darkness below
now a man created through tiresome history
on to a new journey, inventory, the mystery
mechanically or chemically
Never to return, afraid no more
I'm going to remember the past and relive the day
I've gone away.

Sep 2014 · 356

Good Man.

Jack Raynes Sep 2014

Good Man.

Hammer in my right hand, chisel in my left.
Observing the rock, pondering my next move.
A little off the side, a chunk on top, a leg.
Slow pecking, a harsh construction, a win, a loss.
My brain tries to recognize the creation.
A memory forgotten, an old influence.
Chisel aimed at the chest, a clue.
Something seems to be coming through.

#goodthinkingchange

Sep 2014 · 305

The Rhythm

Jack Raynes Sep 2014

The Rhythm

I lie in your shared bed listening to the soft music you need to sleep.
Your nightlight illuminates shadows on the wall.
I can hear your body going to sleep. The rhythm.
The air is cool and the blanket is heavy.
The smell of fresh laundry, and your breathing becomes heavier.
I can hear trucks passing on the highway.
The wind streams into the bedroom.
The rhythm. I'm wide awake.

#nightsleeplovelostsilencewillfall

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