Jeff's Poetry

bait, bait, more bait of tailored for unique ones, squishy shrimps for those more adamant on spongy morsel before venturing further into. that abyss beginning to sound

chains can be called many names but none is as fine as honey where the fly enters the nest, licks the web without coercion, then comes along the spider whose face is one i have known with years

spats. hisses at the damn book rigid. hard wires bound wings wanting to flap, can't from a stiff necked immortal unchanging, too bad really when a devil's delight can persuade a third of stars to vanish

if only sinks, becomes sludge, thick in the throat and try to vomit it out but it gets more congested with each cough.

thud, thud. stomp away and break your own bank. nothing registers but a glassy eyed look of bliss where the mind is snatched, the heart buried in some memory locked away from eager kids wanting

dressed up to look like a clown whose mind is quite perplex - at a grinning specter walking in dreams he can not tear himself away from.

inside the belly of a wolf, i found odd companions - never did mingle with them in days when grass was green, though much in common i began to see of rushing wind, of howling grief, exuberance and depths of getting smashed,

one said patience, the other said why wait one said long suffering, the other scoffed when easy pickings come on a rainy day with all the green sprouts shooting up to touch a blue sky shaped by guesses too many -

the fire that was like wet blanket on my face - because i said it so. singed, with red burns all over i rolled on the ground playing with lady bugs

one salvation, one lord, one route the old horse neighs, trots begrudgingly then the steps become light when clarity washes bleary eyes. splendor, peaks, carrots. tons of it and a mountain full of it.