Photograph – Free Verse

“Photograph”

Chipped paint exterior
All original
No touch ups
Hipster chic –
Cool to be dented,
Damaged, demented
Vintage Broken
Spoken of but never
Lamented.
Cemented in time
By a faded filtered photograph. Continue reading “Photograph – Free Verse”

Friendship Pt. II – JG

IMG_4235This week I drove by my lonesome from Colorado to California to visit friends. Totally worth it. Here’s what I wrote on the return trip:

Time lapsed but it’s like none has passed
A journey of forever for a story
With details already memorized
I’m not surprised –
These are the friendships that last. Continue reading “Friendship Pt. II – JG”

Used To – JG

As with much of the poetry I post here, I wrote this awhile ago and waited ’til the emotions that inspired it cooled down to calm to edit it. This piece and its few contemporaries work to never allow me to reach that calm however. *shrug* Every time I read this I’m brought back to how I felt in that moment and while I rather love that I also hate it in equal measure.

I’ve sat on this poem because I don’t like how intimately it reveals its author but, hey, why not, right? A little fear isn’t a good enough reason to hide, so here goes: Continue reading “Used To – JG”

Can’t Park ‘Til The CD Is Done – JG

I have been on a lot of roadtrips this year. From Maryland to Colorado (2x), from CO to North Vegas, from MD to New York.

And I highly recommend it!

This poem was actually written as my first submission to Stevie in our poetry and music trade back when we worked together, but all this driving around made me want to share it with you, so here goes: Continue reading “Can’t Park ‘Til The CD Is Done – JG”

Color Schemes – Where Are We Now?

 

 Make America great again.
Reverse and rewind, turn back time,
To once upon a rose colored nostalgia.

Make America – regress –
Take us back too many steps,
Led by manipulated conviction, fearful of complex fact,
No deep thoughts; all kneejerk act. Continue reading “Color Schemes – Where Are We Now?”

Viciously – JG

Why rehash the silent past? Just:
Why?
Fuck you.
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
It seems as soon as I’ve loosened the noose my desire slipped around my heart,
You tighten your hold. And pull the leash, ripping open anew old gaping wounds,
Started by my affection, moved from infection to deadly disease –
Tearing, eviscerating, scarring all my hard earned peace,
To bloody ribbons and dripping gore.
I really fucking hate you; I don’t know if I can treat it anymore.
But you don’t know that I hold it inside. I look you dead in the eyes
And I lie.
And I lie.
And I lie.
Because my heart is still tied and my head is still loyal and my hands are still guilty
But –
I have never hated anyone as viciously as I have loved you.
I still love you. I hate you too. Just as much, if not more…
Not for the reasons you assume.
The cruelty of the refusal to let me go. Do you even notice
Your ill timed pull on me? It’s always slightly right before
I move on completely. Continue reading “Viciously – JG”