JParker

JParker Apr 2018

Same old, same old... everywhere I look.
and I watch the water coming and going.
I love living.
bread-and-butter.

JParker Jan 2018

Cottage

There's a screen door
That slams if you let it shut by itself.
The woven metal rattles distinctly.
It wakes my parents up,
Causes my dog to leap from her perch on the couch.

There are floorboards
That groan with each step.
The sanded surface is smooth.
It has this smell that fills the room,
It's old, but it's pleasant, and I liked to breathe it deeply.

There are windows
That fill the walls.
They let all the natural light in.
They're a great alternative
To the screen door when I'm locked out.

There's a doorframe
That sits at the top of the stairs.
It leads to parent's bedroom
We've marked all of our heights on it,
With different colored pencils.
That's my favorite part.

JParker Apr 2015

City-Block Jazz

Here comes the night life.
Yellow lights spill all over main street,
But the dim, blue sky takes its sweet time to leave.

Hands delicately scale a piano
as the drum leads in it's sporadic fills.
The trumpets burst and pop
while a saxophone glides softly.

The people sit and chat
While their cups are emitting swirling steams.
The faces brightly lit
by store windows and neon open signs.

JParker Apr 2015

Man Bun

They had the same man bun!

#anneke #theyhadmanbuns

Mar 2015

Eccentric

Travel

Scrolling through the internet
I see the world
The beauty of these places
The different countries
The culture
When will I get out of here
See the world without my phone

JParker Mar 2015

Holding

The wisdom is held tightly,
swaddled in opinion.
The trains of though race,
with a hot coal that burns.

Burns and pounds
and the weapon's locked away.
Writhing and screaming,
but a silence counts the seconds on the clock.

Clock's that move quickly,
but slowly runs the time.
The gunpowder finds the match:
Smithereens of impressions scattered on the floor.

JParker Feb 2015

Goodbye Swish

I remember the first shot.
It was one of those silly bank shots.
Right on the corner,
From my favorite spot.

My first real shot.

I remember the game.
It was one of those movie-like games.
All *******,
and a buzzer beater take.
The best kind to make.

I remember the jersey.
It was one of those real baggy jerseys.
Number on the back,
and the matching shorts.
Playing on the bigger court.

And I remember the shot.
It was one of those three point shots.
I knew it was my last one,
So I had one last wish.
I watched that shot go in with a swish.

It fell through the basket,
all scooped by the net.
And I finally realized,
that this was the end.

The endless crowds and shoes and shows.

But tonight was the final of five good years.

and I watched the door

close.

It's been good. I'll miss you basketball.