Jeff's Poetry

clattered sun downs drooping like halley's comet whose tail is fading out on a brilliant super nova stealing the show. with haggard stars languishing away from burnt out syndrome, drawn by black holes unconsciously tugging at strings

fire without a scheme to - blend in. sticks out like a mark waring the flag of fatigue, and he is weak in the knee when suddenly hit by the conman on the run to alley ways long shriveled with the sun's glares

pale inert, hard cold metal pressed by the weight of meaning brought forth in an echo chamber made with a thousand faces scrapped off the flesh

nothing to wring your hands about nothing to tear your hair over nothing to cry over and spill blood to that diary just innocent, well sounding logic that rhymes with your favorite cartoon here

when ambiguity is red petals, not the blood orange fruit swollen with pus. when a slip on hard concrete simply happened with eyes not taken off - that distraction.

when the morning star became truth north, a little nibble here and there to take a chunk more than the usual bits - then dressed as stars the eaters go

is filled with. i. short changed? - come tither, the devil knows you deserve more, forget that name, it is just a wrong verdict on one whose heart matches

and it was an addictive, nothing to wow about. the usual. silent passed from one passenger to another. they all smiled while passing. wow i thought with the newly arrived

I twisted, turned, scrapped my knee on icy glass; to be like everyone else to fit in, to become the same drumbeat as the horses stomping on sandy ground eager to taste freedom, eager to become one and the same sound roaring through

steadfast, brutal even endearing, a spine - reaching outwards, touches the moon empty from longing to be an inferno radiant then blends in with the night sky, of hollowed out suns distant, unflinchingly cold,