"shaun" poems
Thank you Shaun,
for the pictures and flowers.
Thank you Lily,
for the ray of sunlight.
Thank you Bry,
for psychopathic measure.
Thank you D,
for the feeling of good pleasure.
Thank you Tay,
for tea and bears.
Thank you Meg,
for Sherlock and apples.
Thank you Zee,
for robots and twins.
Thank you Carrie,
for fangirling and friendship.
Thank you Liam,
for support and superheroes.
Thank you Paul,
for understanding and ingenious.
Thank you Ceryen,
for fake names and shared tears.
Thank you Chiara,
for Italian cheese and fanfics.
Thank you Rod,
for fish and evil.
Thank you Lia,
for kitties and souls.
Thank you Stephen,
for gravestones and vegetables.
Thank you Christine,
for mercurial and poetical love.
Thank you Caitlin,
for product design and Poundland.
Thank you Jordan,
for weddings and Brenda.
Thank you Conaill,
for DT and Courbet.
Thank you Brendan,
for axes and aunts.
Thank you Tom,
for form time and Brittany.
Thank you George,
for philosophies and pigeons.
Thank you Morgan,
for video games and hearing.
Thank you Alice,
for Pokemon and tumblr.
Thank you Aliyah,
for hearing aids and help.
Thank you all,
for reading and listening.
Thank you, me,
for absolutely nothing.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
sweaty forehead, a gory past
wildly glowing eyes of oblivion
shivering hands, sirens, bars
freedom, imprisonment, razor blades
peru, coca farmers, chemicals
smuggler channels, route 36
franklin's face on crumpled-up paper
rattling coins, benjamins, stacks
gotta make it or take it
gotta sell or abuse it
flashing louis, abundant future
sweaty forehead, ****** present
biker chapters, brothers, funerals
tommy hauled jim's coffin
rick carried tommy to his grave
cut-offs, gats, one call: ******
despair, hatred, vengeance, omerta
mortals remain silent, angels don't
rain of blood, a puddle of codes
turf, plots, streets, blocks, gangs
cults **** cultures, weapons replace
shelter in a group home; the stabbing
"shaun got heart, he a furious one --
can use dat dude, pay him up"
black, white, african-american, chechens
territories of unspoken laws
intimidated witnesses, gay mobsters
lured teenagers, deadly magic of power
the old ones impress the new ones
newbies will turn into soldiers
**** or get killed; headshots of fear
numbers on the forehead, blueish
unwritten are the rules of some
bribed politicians, skippers, knockos
the one who wets, will be wetted
others prefer the clarity of faith
organized crime, rats and kingpins
multilevel marketing, elevators
glass towers, late and secret meetings
route 36, the white magic of death
it's all in the game
"The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life.
Your memories, your attachments, they burn 'em all away. But they're not punishing you, they say. They freeing yourself.
Relax."
(Quote from the film "Jacob's Ladder")
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
It's dark,
Shaun Morgan is bellowing into my ears that he's reliving the same experiences over and over,
That nothing's forever.
The flick of a bic,
The taste of tobacco and ash,
Filling my lungs and giving my brain a buzz,
And in this sleepless night I'm inclined to agree with him,
Nothing lasts forever,
So what are you waiting for?
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
Maybe I'll clean up my act, just to be good. It did give Shaun the chance to look deeply and most mournfully (nicely empathetic) into my eyes once upon a time ages ago...
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXIX)
I'll wear my heart upon this sleeve in pale
Excuse as oft as suits my fancy, whence
Ye all kin chide to no avail from hence,
Whiles I rebuff aught notions in betrayl
Of better sense, cuz nothing here is bail.
Or if some fragile thought seems vague defense,
Tis vanquished ere I've managed to gain thence
A foothold, and I'll be thus stripped and frail.
Ah, love. Do thou but tempt me with the poor
Suggestion, ye kin laugh 'til ye are blue,
I'm prey, tears dried until tis proven fer
Whatever that twas aye, a jest. I'll rue
Me folly, cherry-cheeked, and pray whiles your
Much wiser sense erm, coughs. And yes, I knew.
20Oct16
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
What a Bass-Head,
the only one to ever fill me with dread.
She asks, "Hey baby, did you forget to take your meds?"
I just needed 3 xanax bars to remember not to forget about her, the girl drinking from the sweet wobbly nectar of the Bass Gods, I'd drop everything to visit her in Oregon.
She once flew to Durango, to road-trip home east, with me the beast. In my jalopy hooptie of a 1992 Corolla, falling apart, ripping at the seams. Across this country we flowed over rivers and streams and poured unhindered by time or space. Through the great sand dunes of Colorado we played our own tunes, the stalagmites and horrid cave crickets of Mammoth Cave Kentucky, It got fucky at a seedy motel in Kansas, another in West Virginia. We make it to Fredericksburg, Viriginia, in the span of less than a week we have roared and soared through half the continent. We spend a night with our settled friends, married now, Shaun and Rachel, lovebirds. Until, home to Philly in one straight shot, through DC **** DC and up through Delaware, we are finally home. A journey complete. Sunsets, mountains, forests, lakes, dunes, beaches, deserts, plains, prairie, and perc 30s. All now a part of our memories,
how sweet they be.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Hmm?
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXVI)
Distracted, aye as wont. With half a sense
Of yonder pinned to five small minutes' tale.
As bitter air looks out from blue skies' pale
Mien and the maples whisper of suspense,
Orange-kissed or flaunting yellow in defense,
Go count the florets: seven pinks detail
The stoney passage is't? Four whites. How frail
Their stance now drier stalks rasp over whence.
Yes, phlox. Do peony bushes change in tour
With dusky red leaves, how my niece points to
Lacrima's echo tangrine globes as twere
Hang from, and I peg hopes to Shaun as who
Does not laugh oft, I guess. Tell me it's poor.
And count the days 'til I shall see him too.
22Oct16b
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Stephen showed me naked girls on cam calls me buddy this morning
**** cool!
It is alright!
I got guy friends and we tight
They won't hit on me cause..
well maybe they might
But I wont pay attention
not in my sight
we just keep chillin
Eshan says I pronounce his name better than his girlfriend
it is alright
we friends
we tight
James wants me but I keep running
he understands cause Im his buddy first
listens to me talk about Bill
Cause we tight
it is alright
Shaun be crazy, a blast and changes subject fast
kinda like me
we tight, he funny, my **** blocker
we alright, we tight
Dustin will look away before he sees me naked
cause we are friends and I ma more like a sister
It is alright, we alright
Justin is married and still we are alright
nice friends, these guys
we are all alright
Johnny Depp your ******* fine and taken
but we chat nice and funny
we alright
and you so **** tight..won't give it up
it is alright
we tight
You talk a good line
make me laugh
and listen to me whine
Yeah Johnny
we tight
Guy friends are cool
I do not worry about you falling for me or your drool
cause it is alright
we tight
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
you could call me Larry
you might call me Shaun
but I will look Eastward
and wait for the dawn
you may think me seasoned
you could call me spring
but I'm looking Eastward
while the morning birds sing
you could call me silly
you might think me dumb
but when I look Eastward
I greet the dawn sun
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
My Dad kindly and gently said I am fine just as myself, though remarking on how foolishly prone I am to--never mind. Reading these diary pages was enough for you.
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXVII)
Divorced. with one kid. I'd forgotten thence
Twas ah, passe to be a single they'll
Assure you's worn a wedding ring, to fail
At vows along the years, this baggage' sense
Of broken why erm, happy is pretense,
Or laughter short-lived, sorrow that detail
His eyes are haunted by in sheer betrayl,
And I've been warned too many times. Ah, whence?
Forsooth. Is't something like, "don't ask."? In poor
Excuse I took for granted what we knew.
For aye, who's not "experienced" as it were?
My brother said a bachlor'd love me, ooh--
Who'd cherish my virgin'ty. Shaun. I cure
Naught in whatever, mixt up over who?
22Oct16c
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
You are allowed to be disgusted and denounce these early hours.
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXII)
Let's talk of scarlet vines which boldly trail
Across this wasteland yellows own from hence,
Orange like a note what'd gaily trim the sense
Of changing leaves, where purple winks in frail
Touch deep maroon knows best, while blues detail
Tinged with ist lavendar? Green maples thence
On fire that slowly burns their staid pretense,
Ah me, still let us talk of scarlet's tale.
I can do nothing right. The weekend, fer
Aught hope of dating's here, and I shall do
Time like I dinna care, cuz in a poor
Excuse I'm hard to get. Swoon over who
Does not but tease whileas he cares, and you're
All wiser. Shaun. Why wake me? I liked you.
21Oct16c
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
A MAN CALLED SHAUN
Each morning at six thirty
Arrived a man in white
Pushed his cart, through the door
And then, turned on the light
We could hear him coming
Right from the very start
Because, we heard the jingling
From the tubes, stacked in his cart
Each morning that whole week
He’d rouse us from our sleep
So I planned revenge
On that little creep
I said to roommate Warner
Don’t say a single word
Today’s the day that payback
At last will be incurred
“Good morning Ja” he whispers
“Are you by chance awake”
I pretend I’m fast asleep
Not a single move, I make
“Can I take some blood”
He sounds a bit disturbed
So I just lay there quietly
I’m not the one perturbed
He says “O.K.”
“I’ll do Mr. Warner first”
I’m thinking to myself “That’s great”
“Go ahead and do your worst”
I lay in wait
Till he returned
I hadn’t moved
I hadn’t turned
As he came close
I snored a bit
I knew that he
Was in a snit
“It’s me Shaun again”
“Are you awake”
I thought “Of course I’m not”
“Give me a break”
“Give me your arm”
“This won’t take long”
I thought, “O.K.”
I’ll play along
I extend my arm
He grabs my hand
And on my bicep
Ties a band
“Just a little pinch”
“And then, we’re done”
That’s exactly when
I planned my fun
As the needle pierces me
I scream like ****** hell
He’s taken by surprise
He starts to scream as well
He drops the tubes
And his tray
I’m laughing hard
What can I say
“I’m sorry Ja”
“What did I do”
“To cause this pain”
“Did I hurt you”
I laugh so hard
My stomach hurts
Into our room
The head nurse bursts
“What’s going on”
“Is someone hurt”
“Shaun stuck my arm”
I laugh and blurt
“Now look, old man”
“It’s not allowed”
“To on this ward”
“Be so loud”
“Another outburst”
“Of this sort”
“And I will put you”
“On report”
I’m laughing still
And Warner too
Warner can’t stop
He’s turning blue
The nurse gets mad
“This day you’ll rue”
“It’s the ****** ward”
“For the both of you”
Poor Shaun is lost
Still holds my hand
Proceeds to take
That rubber band
Puts all his things
In his tray
Takes his cart
And walks away
Said not a word
And to his bane
We never did
See Shaun again
BOEMS BY JA 287
True story. Sadly, my roommate Warren didn’t make it. Written in hospital 2014.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
My sister loves me
when I see her
she hugs me
then later
she texts me
and says
how's the job
do you need money
come see my children
Wes and Sully
Here's my husband
wonderful man Shaun
works very hard
sweat in palm
Family values
what I desire
want a child
of my own
under the warmth
of a nice home
sweet mother
caring lady
I know she'll get along well
with my sister
I miss her
cuz I haven't met her
when I do
I'm gonna be so proud
Hope I have a daughter
and she gets to meet my mother
hope I can teach her
to be just like her
and my sister
hope we stay together
family picnic
I miss it
cuz I don't have it
but no panic
time will stamp it
when it is right
til then
I stay patient
and learn from those
doing it right
I try to help
prepare myself
for the love I'll do
sacrifice
and sweat
for the future
family
that's all I want
to say
goodnight, sleep tight
daddy loves you
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
I buried a diamond today
But first I marveled at its beauty
It shone so bright
And left a light I could not deny
I made a path today
Containing trial and error
It led my way
And let me free so I could wander
I picked a rose today
And it reminded me of him
Its petals so red
And I began to weep
I buried a friend today
His laughter well-missed
His body lay, so pale and gray
Missing the blush in his cheeks
I sat and wrote today
Putting down line after line
But the pain only fades
A little at a time
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Oh well. This is so ****** fun I think I'll...give up, like Dad sensibly advised. Yes, I will. [ah, famous last words.]
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXX)
Shaun. There. Oh me! How I kin roll from hence
His name across my tongue in sheer betrayl,
To savour those four letters like't avail
Me, his dear voice my heart loves with a sense
Of sweet perfection, blue-grey eyes I'd thence
Look into sans aught knowledge of their bail
Til now it kills me: muse on each in pale
Excuse, that curly brown hair love--but whence?
He does not know. And I'm impossble fer
All that, til who despairs? He likes me too.
Oh tort'rous joys! For shall he ever tour
These pages and see this?! Don't ask me to
Be sens'ble. I am in a swoon in poor
Excuse til dunno when. Oh that he knew!
21Oct16a
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
I wonder what either shall think if they see this page?
(sonnet #MMMMMCMLXXXIV)
How fuschia peers as from a slit cut thence
Twixt purplish navy racks low on the pale
West houses cluster 'fore in gloaming's frail
Eye, and down in the valley silence'd fence
Lo, neighbors' dogs set up a racket whence
I unpeg laundry that ne winds exhale
Through save by whispers, hoping yet for bail
When I can see Shaun, like tis not pretense.
One headline touted findings of why you're
Too fond of being online. Well, I'll tell you:
Cuz breathing is more stale than we'll endure.
And wherefore is't that waking to Will's cue
Began this fine divorce from that? In poor
Scuse I liked Shaun ere and what shall I do?
21Oct16e
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC