jakeisdead – Page 13 – playlists, poetry and lyrics iteratively

A wound will always seem to find you, an answer is coming.

January 13, 2024

Playlists, Poetry

My princes,
My boyhood friends,
Do you still remember the sun sickness in the pit of our empty stomachs?

The frozen vegetables cooling our wounds,
while we watched the final summer sunsets
outline our tree house kingdoms shadowing
bruised hips with a kiss of the headache cool water
fountain bubbling across our squinting.

The crown now pulls stunning violence across my eyelids,
and the headmaster rips my palms
pouring diamonds into the orchestra pit
where a first chair violinist evaporates in the beams of the limelight.

As curtains break, as crowds sigh,
an untied burning upwards smolders
roofs of an empty home against the midnight sky
where blood stuck hair and half closed eyes
tilt and wonder why there was no warning.

A wound will always seem to find you,
an answer is coming,
like a voice calling from home,
when your feeling so far away.
green shall spread over all

November 9, 2023

Poetry

But green is the color of earth, of living things, of life. And of rot.

We deck our halls with it and dye our linens. But should it come creeping up the cobbles, we scrub it out, fast as we can. When it blooms beneath our skin, we bleed it out. And when we, together all, find that our reach has exceeded our grasp, we cut it down, we stamp it out, we spread ourselves atop it and smother it beneath our bellies, but it comes back. It does not dally, nor does it wait to plot or conspire. Pull it out by the roots one day and then next, there it is, creeping in around the edges.

Whilst we’re off looking for red, in comes green.

Red is the color of lust, but green is what lust leaves behind, in heart, in womb. Green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too. When you go, your footprints will fill with grass.

Moss shall cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises, green shall spread over all, in all its shades and hues.

This verdigris will overtake your swords and your coins and your battlements and, try as you might, all you hold dear will succumb to it.

Your skin, your bones. Your virtue.
Crying after Fern let’s go

October 25, 2023

Lyrics

Cry with lovers
When Fern let’s go
The Heartbreaking beauty
Of being small

No pleasure without hurt
So pick good poison
Get used to taking turns
And leave my island
All bridges burn
So hit the road
Don’t listen to them telling me where to go
I never really learn
Until my heart gives up on timing

Clouds remind me of
My mother’s voice
Redwoods stand silently
As I hear her ghost say

Theres no fishing without worms
So pick good boyfriends
Get used to taking turns
At cooking breakfast
All bridges burn
So hit the road
Don’t let those fuckers tell where to go
It’s not always gonna work
But it feels better to let somebody in

inspired by the film Nomadland

A wound will always seem to find you, an answer is coming.

green shall spread over all

Crying after Fern let’s go