what has come of this

"concrete passing
rolls past as though track to track
shaking glass... plexi? nontheless
shaking. head planted.
mirror their movements.
head tilt. slouch.
the late night drawl from
moon to moon

movements inebriated by heat
depth darkness. the alternative
was loneliness.

why ride the midnight rails alone?
2 hours. conversations. absolutions.
more than words. body language.

unlike mercury gave way to.
false plush. false touch.
changing moods of dishonesty.
what's your view of night?
loneliness will ask you when it comes to call"

- js 2010

(untitled)

"blank stare
rougher mind
intrigue & management
of fear and repirval
a shuffled foot
reminded of hesitation
of thought, action
trust"

- js 2010

it hurts to tell

"anger withholds its patience
creeping forward with envy and
drops
toward the one who welcomes
it with open arms
though felt in hands gripped
through swallowed while by itself
teeth clenched
permeated sadness turns
out its hidden lust for
anger...
withholding its patience"


- js 2010

halted in seperation

"solid silence permeates
through stares at
back and turned face
gold light incurs its
debt on humanity
through its lending
of splendour.
Blank face, dark eyes
hollow of fact or
substance.
strong hold until

chest strapped, marked
for lack of depth
graceful fall of linen
coat skims stark
reality underfoot"

- js 2010