jgtaylor
do’s and don’ts for us
things to do and not to do: do commit suicide do fall out of love do find hatred do wish for the end do destroy empty bottles do wear corduroy do dance naked in windows do not say you love me do not say you love me do not say you love me do not … Read moredo’s and don’ts for us
81 words to say you made me sad
the tomatoes don’t like rain. the chilies don’t like cold. its cold and rainy here. i fantasize about Seattle, pretend it isn’t grey and rainy most of the time. the drops panic me in summer it quickly becomes hail. lost a whole balcony to hail the way i lost my feeling that same summer. I … Read more81 words to say you made me sad
stopped writing poetry
the only time i ever felt old was when I stopped writing poetry, i had nothing to say that i hadn’t said 1000 times and 1000 poets hadn’t already said 1000 times. The only time I ever felt old was when I lost hope for still a better way to say it.
A Freed Ego
oh, universe, what have you burdened us with? i’ve an ego i can’t shake; i am what i hate: stupidity, hubris, decline; i’ve the confidence of invaders invading the sublime, and the will of empires… I’ve an EGO that demands dominion contrition submission but never – no never a bout of self-reflection: What Revolution can … Read moreA Freed Ego
Gitmo Hunger Strikers
i’m making coffee, the laundry spins loudly, the dishwasher purrs. A man I don’t know has a tube shoved down his throat to stop him from dying. I complain at the disarray that clutters my apartment left over from last night’s gathering. the man wants to die but has no means so starvation is the … Read moreGitmo Hunger Strikers
dec 31, 2014
its time to celebrate celebrating, the closing of a year, the shedding of a tear for i’ve reflected and the mirror was dirty, this is the year we all turned thirty. There’s a den of Snow in the cold hearts of men where kindness and decency should have been: listen less you listless thieves of … Read moredec 31, 2014
Kennst du mich noch?
suck on painted nails, flick beer off the end, just the index finger, long and dangerous till it points right at me: she says she knows me and the fear begins to dance around a fire set at the beginning of the universe that rests in the center of being. she’s dripping into my memories, … Read moreKennst du mich noch?
Good Boy
do you see the hunger for your flesh? do you feel the desire that radiates from my being? why do we play such games? it, too often, feels like dogs rolling over, if there is a treat involved.
Scene B
I’ve got a slow drawl for a love sprawled draped across beds spread across drapes it’s not a neck without a nape: the nightmares have come again, you see, we’ve all got our sins. picked up in back alley… relationship bins – the kind we roll down hills as kids, the kind that let sparks … Read moreScene B