Eyes have minds
that our brains cannot always
reign over
They widen, smile, darken, well up, roll
They give us away with the batting of lash or lowering of gaze

-cj

A wild honey orchid mess
and other phrases that swirl
in my psyche
like a crazed ballet

-cj

officialism
and
verisimilitude,
lovelies,
the melody of summer
the hauntings of past halves and ghosts
anticipation for newness, phases
of seventeen numerals and choral capacity,  sweaters to survive cold classrooms
but the people never heal you
the scar stays the same

-cj

You're too old to be so shy
yet too young to know love
in its ice capes
and moss peaks
wanting
longing
short years full
of endless months
just wondering
when the good
will begin
and put me in a trance
that I refuse
to be shaken out of

-cj

Sheer heartbreak breeds **** good poetry
And without the pain, numbness occupies the corners that bliss once nestled in
He's gone
but he is never gone from within me,
for he is there in constant pulse
like a final mantra
I utter to fetch the remains of
this existence which spins out
moments of gambling fever,
like risky love affairs I hide
in my youth weeks
I will miss and pine
for his lips on mine
were the haven I resort to
in every hour, if only in longing retrospect
It's real, it's here
This is my poetry

-cj

Original plans decay
sweat replaces the goosebumps
go, stay, with whom do I travel?
obstruction and the scare
a loss of innocence and oil
but watching him stand over
the hood, in the heatwaves
swindled by my hopes
cold water plastic
cards envy
lovely pretension
tears on the velvet bed

-cj

Sea of consciousness, waves
down then lift
words sound foreign
the light unwelcome
delving under then up
realisation is an ocean rock
against your skin

-cj