Jonathan

Jonathan Aug 2020

I long for that part of each day,
When I die slowly on the cushioned couch.
After work, after a day of giving a ****.
You and I will sit together.
Oh, Ambivalence, my clingy friend.

Jonathan Aug 2020

Inhibitions

If I could listen to my body

I would lose my mind

My heart would beat faster

My eyes would grow wild

My hands would be yours

Jonathan Aug 2020

To Glimpse

They sat and smoked alone.
Thinking of nothing,
Because in silence,
Their eyes were open.

Jonathan Aug 2020

Short Eternities

Tobacco and timidity
Silence and serenity
Whiskey and sublimity

—Forgotten pain

A straight-back chair
A cool breeze
A warm summer night

Aug 2020

Stevie Ray

Old emptiness

I
feel
without
myself.

Jonathan Aug 2020

All I See

If eyes were oceans,
I would not swim in yours.
To do so would starve me of reality.

Time would be no more—

Dreams would be

All I see.