Sonnet 3

Its absolutely gorgeous out tonight
Imagine being pretty. can’t relate
I haven’t done a single thing today,
Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain.

Stop saying silly things and focus, please
They gonna do whatever for the name.
You don’t deserve the knowledge of disease
Get money, fuck the system, break the law.

Depression is a motherfucker dude
delete delete delete delete delete,
You are enough, a thousand times enough
So over everything and everyone.

I’m gonna fling myself into the sun,
But that’s a story for another day.
©jjj

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on: writing

I’m working on two (three?) fiction pieces.

I’m writing poems about stuff and feels.

I’m taking a lot of credits, and will be posting less during this time. Thanks for your understanding.

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spilt tea on my keyboard

style and
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©jjj

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renegade

somewhere is a story,
you are it.

i must write and rewrite;
until i get close enough to you.
©jjj

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free write; 9 November 2017

“You can tell me a story if you want to, any story would do just fine. Any story from you, of you. Now is good as any other–our truth always arrives on time. I have no where to be, not enough to do, and ears only for listening. Then I’ll tell you my story, if you’re still around: how the papers called me a bad man, not a poor man; went and put in print I was out doing wrong and being no good. Now, go on, before we loose our light and I can’t see the story on your face.”

©jjj

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eviction

no house. a new motel:
three generations forced&squished into a single room.

the cats moan and cry here now.
rubbing hair against the wood screen door.

i tell them no one is home.
©jjj

published in SOU Student Press, Vol. 2: Essential Oil, 2017.

 

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untitled 2

woven sounds of early morning,
a fleeting remembered way.
we become suddenly,
as blood hums and stars chant.
©jjj
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