Jagger Bowers

Jagger Bowers Nov 2015

I'm lost in the organization
of a word
tendrils and curvature
and perfect lines, perfect
connections, and unbalanced
connotations
I'm lost
in debilitated thought
and the building of a sentence
each rung faulty frail fractured
all vocabulary considered
complete choice
and complete regret

draft I never got around to post

Jagger Bowers Oct 2015

Relativity

I must re-mind myself
I've this lousy concept
Of time

Will this tear ever feel
Like yesterday's paper

Will her face shoot me
Forward through space

Like wormholes
Getting us
Where we need to be

Jagger Bowers Aug 2015

Waves

Just
listen to me
you collector of the universe
you choser
of this finality

You have only seen the light
****** into those black holes of yours
It is okay to close your eyes

I will sing you love poems
and good vibrations
I will tell you of endless hourglass
and words that count:
we both need rest

let the lock turn in your tummy
let the mind play its necessariness
there will always be waves crashing
somewhere, you feel it

life is a splash

splayed in the past

Jagger Bowers Aug 2015

Olympus

suppose there a mountain
you climb when you die
I have no proof, suppose with your mind
the peak is where all love emits
the spastic shocking wave love is
and it's glowing just for you
suppose it to be true

I think it often you may be God
in fact, I might as well
suppose we have confined ourselves
to rotting skin of man's own hell
why are we here then
God where's your point

to live to learn
to smoke up a joint
to write messy poems
with rivery structure
to **** up a line
and slant on the others
to do it again and again
and again
for the mountain, I suppose
you climb in the end

Jagger Bowers Aug 2015

Untitled

I do believe there is a battle for(e)
hearts and minds of men;
a silent front
on the theatre of war: defiled
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Jagger Bowers Aug 2015

Theology

It is true, I am discouraged
for man fell stuck, eternal jaunt.
For golden gates we have gone savage
and turned the world to carnal haunt.

A painful purpose pervades my days:
For men to end their babble tower --
A call to brains to reappraise
our hearts and minds before devour.

I have seen the battle for(e)
hearts and minds of men;
A silent front,
the theatre of war: defiled

perception

Jagger Bowers Aug 2015

Chit-chat

My uncle was on Facebook
explaining to a friend he did not know
what Periscope was
by posting
you can live feed people
like Andy ****
and John Mayer on it

is this a poem?
only time will tell