In the nick of time,
You held a candle
To my hands, trembling,
Just before my
Fingers turned blue;
I am allured into
Your flickering flame,
Heating my bones.
The dogeared pages
Of your open book,
I could be your bookmark,
For a while,
Just until the last chapter.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Just give me a snow-day,
So I won't endure a slow day,
Toss me a snowball,
Resurrect me a snowman,
Anything you could do to
freeze this humdrum dullness,
And knock over the hourglass,
Anything at all.

-Jamie F. Nugent

(For Jaimie)

Orange sky, brings the early dawn,
I think to myself in sleepless yawn.
Because I am slightly too tired to say,
In the dawn, of this, my best friend's birthday,
Into thoughts in my head, I sink,
How it is just so insane to think,
She is a women now!
She is a women,how?
In all strange ways, we are almost the same,
In all strange ways, almost the same name,
Her heart is like a morning of spring,
Sounding of bluebirds, the songs they sing,
So let us sit down, relax in the kitchen,petal,
Slip off your shoes, as I boil the kettle.

-Jamie F. Nugent

She once read me her poems,
But the only knotical ones,
Not the ones that revealed
Her tragic secrets or past.

That was when I knew,
She would sooner see me
Become her castaway
On a desert island,
Then on her ship,
Sailing away,
Or standing with her
Hand in hand,
On a beach,
Throwing stones
Into the sea.

I could feel the water seeping through
And knew that our shipwreck
Wasn't too far away or too long now.

And after all out simplicity
After our final curtain fell,
I was just left standing in the dark,
On top of the parts and pieces
Of her somber ship,
That I stole from her
Like a kiss,
She watched me sail away
As I watched her sink.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Maybe there are a few more drops
Of blood that we have not yet ******
From each other,
until we are
See-through skeletons
under ripped red umbrellas,
Bone dry
in our tailor-made threshold.

And maybe there are
Blacker bruises
we could paint each other in.

Deeper scratches you could give me.

And maybe we are not done
******* up our love through straws,
like it is a pink parky milkshake,
that will soon sour,
Maybe we should pour it away,
Maybe we should drink it down,
By the mouthful,
And just let it hurt.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Saint Valentine's Day,
The only rose she received,
Gift from the waitress.

-Jamie F. Nugent

I clean when I'm stressed,
The house is spotless right now,
I just try my best.

-Jamie F. Nugent