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Vincent JFA Mar 2017
and the poets?
we're the saddest of them all,
because even though heartbreak
is a universal language, our ache
never translates well enough
from our minds, so we eventually
come to mumble to ourselves
into silence, praying our death is swift
when our heart becomes so swollen
that it starts to bleed out from places
where it shouldn't.
Vincent JFA Mar 2017
I'm such a hopeless romantic
that if you cracked me over the head
with a tire iron, you could see love
bleeding out of my skull, and
the first thing I'd say
is something about how
I like the way the moon
catches your face just right
from the view I'm getting
while my scraped back
kisses the ground as I doze off
in the middle of the street.
Vincent JFA Mar 2017
The Tortoise has spoken,
it seems it may be wise of me
to consider my Cheshire Cat roots,
disappear in the air in the woods
and lay low for a little while
before my smile becomes such a pest
that even I want to punch my teeth out
and punt my heart through a few rounds
of croquet until it stops rolling back
into my chest.
References towards American McGee's Alice in Wonderland, a flawless adaptation that has had a profound effect on me for years.
Vincent JFA Mar 2017
...
I will never pay off the debt
that comes with being a silent lover;
and I can't tell you all it took
to be all right with that.
Vincent JFA Mar 2017
If it wasn't clear, I've come to be okay
with the fact that the world's plans
will always reach an impasse with my own,
and call off all the dreams
it swore to bring to flesh and bone
for me, because I've heard what they say
about that thing called infatuation
(or romance, or some loose translation
of that) and fools; it's easy to tease one,
hard to love one, and it's a life sentence
to let yourself be loved by one;
I was just hoping it would be worse
to never feel the love of a fool at all.
Vincent JFA Mar 2017
Something of another realm
appeared before me some nights
on a small break to Brooklyn;
he was crooning by the bar
some love songs dragged out
of a wormhole in the cosmos,
and he saved my mind.
and the funny thing about
finding Heaven, is that you never
really do, until one day you catch it
swigging a beer from the corner of your eye,
and the lights in the bar
start to look warmer than they did
when you first walked in.
I wrote this about meeting the lead singer of a band at the Rough Trade in Brooklyn. While we were talking about his music over e-mail a few months prior, he gave me free tickets for the show as a thanks for supporting their music.

My cousin drove out to Brooklyn with me, and when we got there an hour later, we had just found out it was a 21+ show, so he couldn't get in the stage area. My cousin had told me to go see the band, and that he could wait in the car, since he was exhausted from work anyway. So after I went in the stage area, I ordered a beer at the bar, and from the corner of my eye, recognized the lead singer. I was so clumsy talking to him, since I find him attractive and it was my first time meeting a musician, but he was so great and made me feel comfortable with being honest about how much I love his music. His presence was just really sweet and relaxing to be around. He and his bandmates were so kind, genuine and thoughtful. When I told him about my cousin, he felt bad and gave me a copy of their vinyl to give to him, which was heartwarming to me.

Tu'er Shen, also known as The Rabbit God or The Leveret Spirit, is the Chinese deity that safeguards homosexual affections. His name stuck out to me when I was reflecting on the night I met the singer, and the band's music overall; how mercurial and ethereal it is, while being so simple, mellow and tender. That feeling meeting him, watching him sing, there was a comforting air about it all; it was one of those few times in my life where I had a strong fondness for an acquaintance I just met, where it was a nice feeling to just bask in, even if I didn't do anything about it. I just felt somewhere safe and sweet in all the music, all the while feeling this sense of being in touch with my Higher Self, experiencing a higher place right where I was existing for a moment in time.
Vincent JFA Mar 2017
I find that
there are nights
where I think so much
of hearing the morning alarm
snap the neck of a dream about
dancing in motel rooms
with the phantom of my affection,
just to wake up to see
it's my body alone taking up the sheets
and shedding hair on satin shams,
that I become reluctant
to turn every light off.
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