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  • Dating Profile – V. 33

    May 23, 2024
    Words

    We’re all dying and its thoughtless to lead with, “Hey” and “What do you do for work?”

    I need to know:

    1. How do you feel when you remember Robin Williams?
    2. What do you believe happens to you after you die?
    3. When will you and won’t you, help a stranger?
    4. Where is Art in your life?
    5. Why are there differences between men and women?


    After countless lost loves, I’ve learned that I can’t fall in love, or make love; if you won’t at least answer these questions.

    I will.

  • Fuck this

    Fuck this

    May 8, 2024
    Playlists, Poetry, Words

    I wonder about
    the knees behind the backs

    of the holes in the bodies
    in the ash of the wreckage
    after an ad for therapy
    I am reminded that
    I have never left my cats in a war
    to escape with what’s left of my life again

    I wonder about
    the inside of the skull

    of a woman in yoga pants
    next to a gun on a bridge near my house
    The cops asked me to describe each moment
    as construction workers spray painted RIP 5/4/2023
    while 100 cliff swallows under the bridge
    became a spinning cloud of
    little did they know

    I wonder about
    the blood on a cowboy boot

    being hosed off an hour after
    having said I love you to the owner of it
    His body appeared
    half crushed and preserved
    in a suit and a tie and a coffin
    returning to the spot where he died
    I met an angel named Titus
    who taught me, to learn is to hope

    I wonder about
    the silhouette of my mother’s body

    in the carpet of my childhood home
    Among the piles of online deliveries
    there was 1 puppy, 2 cats, and a carpet cleaner
    1 lived, 2 died, and I rocked in the shower
    after 3 gallons of solvent would not remove
    the shame of the quiet that settled in between us
    after she chose death

    I’ve wondered about
    taking the exit

    before I’d taste the earth again
    between my teeth like dentist tools
    reminding me that the human right to grief
    Is not allowable if the body count
    does not climb high enough
    to lower the price
    or make the news
    or kill the witnesses
    or reach the deaf ears of God
    before the winners become the losers

    Some will delay the unknowable with certainty

    instead of misunderstanding the language that
    Some have not been raped for their wings repeatedly
    by the hawk that combusts from thin air for the pitiless chaos of renewal alone
    Some will not admit the cancer is systemic
    because it was not heard in words they hear
    So I propose we pretend to vote
    for the human being who speaks the following words:

    We either get up for work in the morning or we don’t

    Fuck this

  • Beliefs

    April 22, 2024
    Poetry, Words

    Whether a hypothesis or a prayer
    both are still a wish
    for something to be true
    that is not yet provable

    Baby spider or baby human
    squished or bombed
    the life hangs on the thread
    of your unspoken beliefs

    Ten slides pitched to
    stakeholders nodding while texting a lawyer
    All in all, the slaves will dig the whole deep enough
    until allowable levels of blood in tap water
    realize a 2% gain in our children’s college funds

    Let the minutes show that
    we have considered unwanted pregnancies
    and agree the culture war benefits interest rates
    Besides, those children never seem to guess the next shape in a sequence of random shapes

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All poetry and playlists by Jake. The other stuff is other people.