poems – The Poetry Of J.P.

Dad’s Shadow

On workdays he’d get up,
worn as the mattress’s springs,
and put on his dad face.
I’d sometimes see him through the cracks

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A Carpenter’s Tools

How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?

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Habitual Bipedalism and Episodal Humanism

Ever since the first grass blades gathered
beneath the feet of wandering birch trees
those little leafs have made us leap and flee;
our hips an Eocene launch toward hazards,

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The Bluebird and the Apocalypse

There is an apocalypse in my chest,
and there is a bluebird beating its wings.

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The Cynical Ones

We are the cynical age of man
we are the mouth of ridicule,
whispering alone,

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Endless Weight

I have gone out into the snow,
braving the winter’s fiery cold,
and searched for rabbit high and low
when frosty mitts refused to hold.

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To The Scientific Minded

We adapt and flex as rubber,
because, for us searchers, wonder
finds answers that aren’t writ in stone,

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To Be Human

To destroy is to be human,
we’d sell the sun to buy a candle;

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Telescope Eyes

Often I think that people are distant
and only look close when viewed from a far;
Each star its own among the crowded streets
and lonely bars; each a beacon that peers

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On Flaming Ships in Darkness

On flaming ships in darkness,
the pitch-black of inflating blindness grows boundless on every-side,