jgtaylor – Page 62 – Soapbox Artist

Adam’s Chains

May 17, 2004 by jgtaylor

I cannot see the day That you will be free I can only see The chains that you strain Against your willingness To grow out of past lives. I can’t tell their strength But i see them in all their glorious grey down pulling sadness. To know each kiss Is as each bird’s breath Brought … Read moreAdam’s Chains

Travel Log

June 9, 2003 by jgtaylor

June 6th, 2003 Mama put your ass against the window. Baby blow a kiss across my nose. Sister let the heat settle for a minute. Honey, stop over for a fuck or a blow. Lady, I’ll smoke with you the pleasures of the body, If you’ll chew with me on the meat of our souls. … Read moreTravel Log

God Was A Junkie

February 20, 2003 by jgtaylor

He awoke with a sweat, Jesus wasn’t up yet. But the angels blew their horns In defiant display. God was sick on that day. Achin’ for the fix he needed so bad, God reached for the rig he kept in his bag – An old crucifix with a needle at the feet – Plunging down … Read moreGod Was A Junkie

Catholics

August 20, 2002 by jgtaylor

I’m not really sure what it is about catholics that I don’t like, but it’s something, that’s for sure. I don’t like the way they stand up and sit down and kneel and stand up and kneel; it’s just so confusing. I don’t like the way the priest walks around with the incense and mumbles things in other languages. If what he had to say was so important, he could speak up and talk in English. I just don’t like ‘em. They can all go and sit on the biggest toilet in the whole world and flush themselves into their own confessional of hatred and guilt.

Untitled

August 3, 2002 by jgtaylor

Man works his fingers till they bleed, tryin’ to provide for his seed.But it doesn’t matter because the worlds a mad hatterand nothing seems to make sensethey were lies about the white picket fence.And we all bought it, at least I didPreachin’ it to me since I was a kid.Pearly whites will get the chick, … Read moreUntitled

Pink Swimingo

December 14, 1994 by jgtaylor

Super man is in the air Flying around without a care And wonder woman, she just stares At me. The banks are safe And the telephone works, It’s simple math, Not quantum quarks. It’s with out me. When I close my eyes, I think, “does the world ever stop to drink, as it teeters on … Read morePink Swimingo

Untitled

January 30, 1993 by jgtaylor

All of them have eyes, all of them have bodies; Empty shells for erotic pleasure, singlulary naughty. “Caution” – a value I’ve never learned “Fidelity” – only recently took hold. meaningless pleasure is not pleasure at all, but tales of pain untold.