You are not in my heart,
You are under my fingernails,
You are not on the tip of my tongue,
You are stuck in my teeth,
You are not in my dreams,
You are in my headaches,
You are not in my soul,
You are in my lungs,
You are not the taste on my lips,
You are the lump in my throat,
You are apart of me,
You are not every part of me..

-Jamie F. Nugent

Where it seemed like winter lasted forever,
I didn't mind the days being dark when
Mathilda was standing under snowy streetlights,
Covered in the ashes of Icarus' wings,
All sweet and sleepy;
Mathilda may I walk with you?
Hold your hand until we become Siamese twins;
If I had a hundred years,
I would sacrifice fifty one to and for you,
To see my soul's full meaning into future years,
Love or tears,
Which one first disappears?


-Jamie F. Nugent

There stood the good boy and the nice girl,
There stood joys from their curls,
They moved closer, awkwardly like chess pieces,
Until they folded like checkers,
And all the feeling released;
Never had he took ecstasy,
But had given it
And she never inhaled
Anything like him before,
Red poppies growing
Between the cracks
Of a checked floor.


-Jamie F. Nugent

I have measured out
Your sweetness with teaspoons,
I love you without sugar.

I have watched in awe,
As you sat down in the hallways
Of muscle museums and catacomb churches,
I love you without wax.

-Jamie F. Nugent

A strange place;
This night-garden,
Under tress,
Under darkness,
Under blankets
On top of the glacial
Stone ground;
I didn't feel so cold then.
You were not a day older
Then eighteen years,
And I was not a day wiser then you.
You spoke with euphoria, delirium
Falling from your mouth;
Grinning like a Cheshire cat,
We went missing from the crowd-
All here to see you-
Rhapsody in a red-dress,
All I saw was you, in the
Quiet sleepy place where we'd be found
Kalopsia soft in silk,
Pale milk skin blending with the moon above,
You shone maniac moonlight into my eyes
Until I was your lunatic,
Just in the night,
We watched the lanterns fly
Just in the night,
We watched the lanterns die,
In the starry moonlit sky.


-Jamie F. Nugent

Marry them today!
Four year anniversaries,
All the cash you'll save!



-Jamie F. Nugent

It is only when you are handed that milk-glass,
The appetite dissipates,
'Oh how it will leave a queer lactic
Taste on my pink tongue'

Only when you press the Coke-glass
To your lips, bubbles tickling your noise,
That the curving goes,
'Oh how will it leave my teeth
Feeling funny and loose'

The headache you get from
Watching too much telly'
And too much chocolate,
A pain in your belly.

A notion of thought
So perfect as a pearl
In your head,
To sing, laugh, dance, cry, love
Until you are dead.

The oblivion of bliss
Brought about when have
Won, conquered, got, ate, drank, bought, finished.

Conclusions are so finite.


-Jamie F. Nugent