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Aug 2019 · 279
I'm Here, Calling For You
Jon Hanlan Aug 2019
All the soft astrologic
The tight squeeze
My brothers and foes
Searching for you
You used to look me in the soul
We thought we would never pass
We've danced, and cried
Dined in the hills
I'm a lone boy now
Lost in arctic lows
The lust to last centuries
Villa heights and afterglow
With sunny sailing
  I'm here, calling for you
Torn and frayed, with blankets
Resembling Bernini, teasing me
Of my long, near-forgotten palace
Where is home now, I ask
I feel fearless, I am sorrowed
Take me with you
Teach me the way of your flight
I can still hear the stadium chanting
Make my stamp on this beauty land
And seek refuge in the jewelry box
  As they cry my name to the heavens
When it's real quiet, I can make out your whispers
Humming in the ambience, so sweet
I'll complete my mission, dear
I promise I will make you smile & weep
Aug 2019 · 432
Lest Not Pass (Dove Pearls)
Jon Hanlan Aug 2019
For some forgotten seafarer
On a flaccid wreck somewhere
I, too, am lost and shattered
We’re both stranded, the hard concrete
Made for our searching: in spite of all
Silver crown, dubbed beauty
We searched, through the frenetic infrastructure
Long-distance romance, fingertip pounce
The cobwebs that lay huddled
Was it you, to become me?
Flew west to build a nest
In the forests they’ll find me
Wave goodbye to all you know
A new face, on this painted white landscape
Tiny miracles elusively overfull
Ecstatic flight and fresh linens
Beckon, home awaits
Daisy inquiries
Of eternal youth and temperate vigour
Aug 2019 · 505
Laid Back, On The Ranch
Jon Hanlan Aug 2019
Extractor of those awfully embedded times
That traveling memory, hidden in the back of worn suitcases
Brown leather and ties, like no remorse
Those breaths imparted, w/ lasting glare
The smoky windows in beat up wagons
Split lips from the boys on back loan
Wartimes, dragging utter sadness from the porch swing
Lost a tooth, and that made it smooth
Soothe the pain, w/ pints of tipsy water
We watch the sunset, in the field next door
Kissed & dangled, our bust behind us
Tumbled in the meadow, w/ no one else around
The boy I brought home is the same I fought
Every night, we tossed and paddled
Had I known, he would stay w/ me, forever
The girls from Seventh Ave. tickled me
W/ their stunty eyes and elongated dresses
Wishing, for a moment, we were out: the kids, picnic party w/ the club
Pa saw it in my eyes, the mailman and I
Even at the table with the shipped ashes and ol’ rummy
Playing hard to get with nothing but straight chaser
The mirror became such ferment to my frame
I began perturbing every milking like a daily lashing
And soon protruded my perimeters into giant horned gnats
Ground crackling and separated with ceaseless dust storms
Divided, on the fence back in the meadows watching it rain afar
In the familiar fields I laid, now a barbaric, decoded passing
I walk to the cellars every now and again, with my badges
Discreetly pacing the acreage, for a taste of interim regression
Now with no bandages nor luggage to carry my born chores
Aug 2019 · 486
Connie
Jon Hanlan Aug 2019
Your sweet touch, that I never had
Those eyes were incredible
You moaned & I wallowed in your cozy molecular vibes
Vivid delight, we slumbered under night skies
Above our heads, that dark oracle
The elevation pinnacle, mountain high
Our brilliance mingles, marvellous tides
We tango’d until the morning light
Moonlight struck again & that was it
That irreplaceable clash of light & revery
Face of Anodis, form of a deity
That candlewick scent, sonata romance
Golden allure, overflowing dance of shine
Hot poolside loving, dainty
Aroma! The bouquet of fragrance
Elegant, cedar wood musk ripples the air
Your cozy temper, suave features
Perfection, stylish as ever
Free waters, blessed & saintly perfume
We walked along the very edge
As if cheated, or meant to be
Mother’s arms, wrapped neat
Warmth surrounds, astonishing rapture
Taken away, blissful breaths
Transported to another land
Thee, queen of divinity, and our life once new
Gentle hold, soft spoken exchange
Be mine, yours truly
You whisper in my earlobe,
“I’m yours, darling."

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