Electric blankets,
Three Duvets to warm me up,
I'd still rather you.


-Jamie F. Nugent

She drink wine on the beach,
Grand old sunny sticky day,
Tears in a wine glass.

-Jamie F. Nugent

So polite and shy,
She's lived with me a week now,
I still know nothing.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Election posters,
Teared down by mother nature,
Even wind has sense.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Her hair is purple,
Her heart red raw with blue blood,
She can't dye her heart.


-Jamie F. Nugent

Drawing our old anchor,rusty red from riverbed,
Posting indefinite postcards in courtyards and
Setting sail off into the habitual horizons,
Where that true blue hue sky lays askew
Touches that raindrop mountaintop,that green sea,
Unforeseen,cuts the sunrise like a guillotine,
We venture further,where there,then any eye could see.
We fall off the edges of our little perfect world
As we fell to the floor of seashore bent back,
An attack from laughing aloud to ourselves proud,
There is no real worry or hurry out on these waters,
There are no real appeal of troubles out here
In this notion of ocean .

-Jamie F. Nugent

You fell into my arms
As if my bedroom floor
Was a lake frozen over,
I held your heart
As if it was an orange to peel,
Stripping it back,
Piece by sweet piece,
Until the juice run down
My fingers,
Trickling,
Melting the ice.


-Jamie F. Nugent