Jeff's Poetry

love of money, love of self, love of others what have you? the spinning of tales, like a spider's web becoming a ever thicker fog. till the walls etch carvings of their own, they too have love, love of bricks, love of witnessing a drunkard call down spirits, too strong

a good one - like utopia with nothing to worry about. food on the table, a roof over the head and lots of barbie dolls or toy solders.

nemesis like twins tied by an umbilical cord. snap. but it cuts both ways, thus silence.

so ... what happens? now. that children lead the way when innocence is forgivable? hard to tell. the juries said. when emotions

lead the way, follow a million chatters that soothes the mind. the mountain turns to a dot when brought high up, with mist covering the pinnacle - don't look down, the cloud is like

father forgive me, he cannot the devil whispers. because a blotch, a hiccup, a belch, a fart told you not to ever do that! shouted the old man down the street

a spyglass on one end and out the other comes a mirror of me becoming you in deep hot seat. the entanglements dissolve when hammer splashes on water adapting

taint the fruit, sweet apple full of sugar with honey bees coming in to taste nectar dripping from a used up doll wanting to be the center of attention once again. play with me, she nodded, with fangs long like a shadow looming when light hits beneath

one serpent hissed to the other, in a competition to swallow the venerable prey who held himself in high regards, to the lowly wretch who no longer cared to change, to the neutral diplomat trying to tamper

a slide becomes a fall, but not the great fall, just a rabbit hill bump. hiccup away that stump growing behind, like roots seeking earth deep. and earth is hard, unrepentful