Jeff's Poetry

time spent telling stories it's never about. it's about proximity, becoming that which clashes, first stranger than an awareness predictions have almost never

chipped, cracked, sullied tight lip. swell twice, thrice puffs the frog, still silence comes about and jaded life limps slightly

for taking a u turn u saw forks in the road and shadows lurking some said it's just myth and legend. but

a dog wagging it's tail, before pouncing, growling chewing off a passerby who did not quite get it just as a cat playing with it's live food

happens at many levels, the superficial, the deep, the middle and most look to the surface - see how behaviors transform, when situations morph; and yet beneath

contradicts, wrestles, argues back dictates, strongarms, regrets, becomes moody, hurtful, silence, then happiness, maybe not a silver lining echoes of yesterday, today repeats like a circle, loop, endless -

touch a hot wire? i did touch on purpose - seeing how aloof, pretentious this facade you blink. not that it matters,

a hidden road, a fast lane, an unspoken treaty: to never mention this because it is not polite! the leaves covering nakedness someone have some modesty;

a metallic taste, a fitful cough ocular migraine a raspy throat - try one layer deeper when it is not angel dust settling along this calm

and forget one thing, psst - you. moving along with the waves a pendulum wild, stands on tip toes like a ballerina