The Apple Poem
by JR
The crunch of an apple in the middle of the night,
not unlike the static on the line
when someone tells you,
"Im sorry," when they are not sorry,
or, "I have company,"
when their new lover looks at them,
raising an eyebrow, "Who is that on the telephone?",
taking a hard bite out of an apple, you swear,
belongs...
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by JR
The crunch of an apple in the middle of the night,
not unlike the static on the line
when someone tells you,
"Im sorry," when they are not sorry,
or, "I have company,"
when their new lover looks at them,
raising an eyebrow, "Who is that on the telephone?",
taking a hard bite out of an apple, you swear,
belongs...
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Listening (draft #3)
by JR
At last, I rose from my bed
to follow a craving for donuts and hot cider.
Outside the place where I get my breakfast,
a sleepless night behind me,
5AM laid a glaze to the pavement
and my temples.
A young man sits across from me,
a hood pulled about his face like a cowl.
I reach across the table...
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by JR
At last, I rose from my bed
to follow a craving for donuts and hot cider.
Outside the place where I get my breakfast,
a sleepless night behind me,
5AM laid a glaze to the pavement
and my temples.
A young man sits across from me,
a hood pulled about his face like a cowl.
I reach across the table...
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Listening (rough draft)
by JR
I tried to retire tonight,
having said goodbye to her.
It proved a coughing crawl
to a small death.
I rose from my bed.
There is the option of
donuts and hot cider.
At the place where I get
my breakfast, a sleepless night
behind, 5AM has laid a glaze
to the pavement and my temples.
A young man is...
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by JR
I tried to retire tonight,
having said goodbye to her.
It proved a coughing crawl
to a small death.
I rose from my bed.
There is the option of
donuts and hot cider.
At the place where I get
my breakfast, a sleepless night
behind, 5AM has laid a glaze
to the pavement and my temples.
A young man is...
Read More
DISCLAIMER: This is cut and paste from my real journal.
I should preface this by saying I read lots of things on my LIVEJOURNAL friends list<b> about how much people feel they are being hurt by semi-anonymous, semi-ambiguous people.</b>
Sometimes I know what's going on. Sometimes I don't.
All of them (all of you?) express it in many ways.
How often do we admit it,...
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I should preface this by saying I read lots of things on my LIVEJOURNAL friends list<b> about how much people feel they are being hurt by semi-anonymous, semi-ambiguous people.</b>
Sometimes I know what's going on. Sometimes I don't.
All of them (all of you?) express it in many ways.
How often do we admit it,...
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80's Bamboo
by JR
A thought occurred to me at the riverbank,
trading kisses with Samantha
and her friend Angela,
the one with the thin smile,
all of us shoeless.
My back and Angela's
crept up and down
the trunk of an Oak tree,
the one with thin branches,
soggy sneakers dangling from them.
Ornaments, Sam called them, of Freedom.
Imagine the Promises made amongst...
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by JR
A thought occurred to me at the riverbank,
trading kisses with Samantha
and her friend Angela,
the one with the thin smile,
all of us shoeless.
My back and Angela's
crept up and down
the trunk of an Oak tree,
the one with thin branches,
soggy sneakers dangling from them.
Ornaments, Sam called them, of Freedom.
Imagine the Promises made amongst...
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To Make Yourself Cold
by JR
Some, like the woman of whom
I am thinking,
move from place to place
collecting feathers,
too busy, I think, with human feathers
for their animal skin hats,
to pause even when paused,
to not speak even when not speaking.
I want to say she is afraid
of silence, but that is not true.
I want to say she...
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by JR
Some, like the woman of whom
I am thinking,
move from place to place
collecting feathers,
too busy, I think, with human feathers
for their animal skin hats,
to pause even when paused,
to not speak even when not speaking.
I want to say she is afraid
of silence, but that is not true.
I want to say she...
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The Designated Driver
(final draft)
The drunk sheep look up,
and are not fed.
Were so full of shit,
it hurts my head -
our poetry; high fallutin
personal ads.
Shoes on a wire mean
different things to
different people.
Last night, she blazed
a circle A beneath
the steeple.
There are no churches
in this town, except the
brown one by the grocer.
The...
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(final draft)
The drunk sheep look up,
and are not fed.
Were so full of shit,
it hurts my head -
our poetry; high fallutin
personal ads.
Shoes on a wire mean
different things to
different people.
Last night, she blazed
a circle A beneath
the steeple.
There are no churches
in this town, except the
brown one by the grocer.
The...
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mora:
oh oh oh!! lemme know you idea about the T!!!
grr. yeah, well oregon sucks. wish I was back there. much more fun. much better for me. it's just stale here. nothing to occupy myself with, and i start to go insane. drudge up old shit that keeps me in bed past 2.
i like your poerty. very narritive short short feel to it. i like. wouldn't mind reading more if you're ever board and want to send me some.
hope everything is going well over there.
due to my level of bordem here, i'll probably end up writing you because i am that much of a nerd.
brie
grr. yeah, well oregon sucks. wish I was back there. much more fun. much better for me. it's just stale here. nothing to occupy myself with, and i start to go insane. drudge up old shit that keeps me in bed past 2.
i like your poerty. very narritive short short feel to it. i like. wouldn't mind reading more if you're ever board and want to send me some.
hope everything is going well over there.
due to my level of bordem here, i'll probably end up writing you because i am that much of a nerd.
brie
You Wrote Much Better Poetry in High School
Don't say one thing,
when it means another.
Just because you whisper,
that doesn't mean it doesn't matter.
Your mouths' both sides are many.
I have felt them again and again.
They are sweeter when angry,
softer when sobbing, distant if distant.
No two ways about that last one,
when heaving nightly for your heart scraps.
We,...
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Don't say one thing,
when it means another.
Just because you whisper,
that doesn't mean it doesn't matter.
Your mouths' both sides are many.
I have felt them again and again.
They are sweeter when angry,
softer when sobbing, distant if distant.
No two ways about that last one,
when heaving nightly for your heart scraps.
We,...
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claudia:
i try to keep in mind that i can only shape my immediate environment, and therefore should feel no qualms about being helpless. but the magnitude of the mistake we are about to make has made me extremely sensitive to everything. i fight back tears all the time, whether it is hearing that a kid has been killed in a car crash or watching a mother's proud grin. there is an aching feeling that seems to persist throughout all my daily activities. being happy, which i happen to be right now, seems to only intensify this feeling. blah blah blah, moan moan moan.
Brie, who goes out with the new bassist for my band, just did her first set. Everyone should check it out and give her props. Wow, I feel like such an SG "insider" now.
Word.
"JR"
Word.
"JR"
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kingcrac:
When you guys decide to record may I suggest my friend Marc at New Alliance Studio on Boylston in the Fenway? He's in a couple of bands you might know, Quintaine Americana and Crack Torch. My friend Chris from Crack Torch books the Middle East upstairs so mention my name, Graham, to him and maybe he'll give you a good slot on a good bill. Or maybe not, but it's worth a shot.
mora:
hmm. i don't know whats wrong witht he friends thing. maybe i don't really exist at all.
and thank YOU for inviting me to that party. i had a wonderful, fun time. seeing as how i probably won't talk to you before break, have a wonderful tour. have fun, doink groupies, ride vepsas. i expect pictures, hehe. and i'm telling you, the offer still stands if you find yourself on my side of the US for new years...
and thank YOU for inviting me to that party. i had a wonderful, fun time. seeing as how i probably won't talk to you before break, have a wonderful tour. have fun, doink groupies, ride vepsas. i expect pictures, hehe. and i'm telling you, the offer still stands if you find yourself on my side of the US for new years...
November be Damned
(Rough Draft 1B)
by "JR"
The yellow leaves of November
are pressed to the concrete by rain
like a wax paper crafts project.
Since McDonalds opened, there is always litter,
especially in the rain, a hamburger box
sloshing around in a puddle, floating down a little river
to the curb like a child's toy boat.
A woman from my class walks by...
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(Rough Draft 1B)
by "JR"
The yellow leaves of November
are pressed to the concrete by rain
like a wax paper crafts project.
Since McDonalds opened, there is always litter,
especially in the rain, a hamburger box
sloshing around in a puddle, floating down a little river
to the curb like a child's toy boat.
A woman from my class walks by...
Read More
yeah, i hate that icon too. but just can't help it.