sometimes you are a vessel
the mortar to the pestle
caved into with striking stirs,
said to ease the pain
promise to envelop the stories, sire
seclude, win it carefully
place two thoughts mixed together,
very alarmingly awake, yet soft
section your art away, vandals to ****** tomorrow
to pacify critick's images
with swift severe style that eats the pile up

-c.j.

this queen has been pushed from her throne
lies apparent, the integrity of the crown vanquished
the common girl, the one with the blue eyes
and singing voice, had the man this queen,
partially evil, desired-
as ruler of the kingdom she would
and could do as she pleased,
exercising her power to a terrifying extent,
until the twigs snapped loudly in the night
and though this common girl did not replace
her and take on the royal title, she possessed
more than this queen could ever wish for;
love

-c.j.

curtains tremble at her presence
the consequence of the remarkable
angle of her bitterest smile

-c.j.

calm is the sea in March,
wild is it in June
combined with honeysuckle
and a major key
the disposition fared well
and escaped its fate as hell

standing solely on the white sand,
watching children with dandelion folks
and unbrushed golden hair
considering whether I craved the solar intellect,
to taste its fury

rain drowned me in April
and May did not dry me out
inside I played a minor key
that I believe played in heaven

-c.j.

tomorrow, take me to the unfamiliar
until the months are blacked out in
the whites of my eyes

subtitles reveal:
the moon cried, but no poison
came to her rescue
because they saw the diagnosis
as a blessing and that's why
she ran away

and of course it was strange
she preferred quaking to waking
today, steal me away to anywhere
untangled spiderwebs tend to twist
their way back to the entwined
symphony of silk

-c.j.

we thought we were crumpled, but
it was just the autumn leaves' disillusionment

though you said there was corruption
evident in its darting gaze
and earthquake hands

I was only price, pearls, indecision
perhaps I was picking flowers
with a numb hand

do the shards matter more than the whole?
petals pulled and tossed with precision
he mistook her for a flower

-c.j.

though you are faster than me,
I find beauty in the slowness I embrace
you tell me we are only strong when
the winds are weak

and you caution
occasionally the sun burns too bright,
and his brilliance is frequently obscured
but you tend to shed light through
your prism, despite lacking shameless retrograde

you say what lies beneath the ground
is deceitful, and o Rose, you are planted in it
and then I saw a peculiar violet light

-c.j.