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  • Dirty Hands
    Today I remembered the fast paced
    stiff-legged gait that got him around the shop.
    by Son of Jim 24 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 30 10:58 PM
  • Liberty is the final score
    Chords of unfinished music
    dyed midnight her memories.
    by Son of Jim 12 lines, 7 comments, on Apr 29 11:16 PM
  • My Yoruba woman
    That day you bore an emptiness
    in the sway and expression of your walk
    by Son of Jim 19 lines, 13 comments, on Apr 23 11:19 AM
  • Lives in verse
    Wrong-side boys bounced,
    on the stoop that was practically home,
    by Son of Jim 20 lines, 16 comments, on Apr 21 11:57 PM
  • Lie or shut up
    The words born from a deathly place,
    cartoon ballooned jubilantly
    by Son of Jim 15 lines, 11 comments, on Apr 21 4:46 AM
  • Only the wise never kiss
    The imprint of her lips
    in chanel passion
    by Son of Jim 19 lines, 11 comments, on Apr 20 1:00 AM
  • The Ruse
    by Son of Jim 7 lines, 16 comments, on Apr 9 10:44 AM. In minor adult language
  • Where children play
    There is a rustle in the revolution,
    birds of day and flowers of night listen;
    by Son of Jim 19 lines, 10 comments, on Apr 6 11:30 PM
  • Ripples of the moon
    As darkness pours into the sky
    a heart beat echoes
    by Son of Jim 18 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 30 2:00 AM
  • There is a manner
    There is a manner
    that her eyes hang on my words
    by Son of Jim 24 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 27 1:15 AM
  • As long as she stays
    The tumbler was neat, nearing empty
    and the minute hand continued to nag me.
    by Son of Jim 10 lines, 11 comments, on Mar 26 1:21 AM
  • The reality of responsibility
    It’s so bad, come quick;
    quite the invitation
    by Son of Jim 41 lines, 7 comments, on Mar 24 11:17 PM
  • Leafless
    Oblivious dogs
    tear along the fence path.
    by Son of Jim 15 lines, 6 comments, on Mar 23 12:53 AM
  • Culpable
    Water-work rivers
    ran down the palm red mark—
    by Son of Jim 15 lines, 10 comments, on Mar 23 12:12 AM
  • And Sarah Smiled
    Nobody noticed that she had
    toilet paper rolls
    by Son of Jim 23 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 20 11:07 AM
  • Sand and Snow
    Christmas drama had come and gone
    and the warranty on his blood
    by Son of Jim 22 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 20 9:53 AM
  • No life in paint
    Only the trees are real
    they dance and sing and grow;
    by Son of Jim 18 lines, 10 comments, on Mar 20 9:44 AM
  • Last night out
    To stay in orbit;
    fighting the gravity of disgrace,
    by Son of Jim 9 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 18 5:25 AM. In Contemporary, Society
  • Talk before dancing
    The listless stars spoke for me,
    when words stayed gray
    by Son of Jim 23 lines, 11 comments, on Mar 17 11:18 PM. In Sad, Thoughts, Love
  • The river bed
    A weather worn row boat / half tilted; one oar missing, / sits stuck in the crackled mud / of the river bed / The children’s tears have drought / and the headwaters run dry. / She gets back what she gav
    by Son of Jim 17 lines, 12 comments, on May 24 5:16 AM 2007. In Sad, death
  • Bed clothes and pillow talk
    Anchored in ripples of linen ‘til dawn, / those pillow-padded words / tumble from their case / onto ears that feign sleep; / tufts of down punctuate. / A mist of sprayed freesia / harbors the scents of t
    by Son of Jim 12 lines, 12 comments, on May 20 11:35 PM 2007. In Love, Personal
  • Shame and Sharing
    Red-face Sioux off the reservation; / and drunk, / seven dollars to leave the reception / was the only invitation given. / Their relationsh
    by Son of Jim 36 lines, 23 comments, on May 16 11:35 PM 2007
  • Blood hardened tears
    The sheared thumb skin bled, / lost to the auger / and brown-red clay packed the wound. / Dumb ass he said / as I shook bloodied dirt back
    by Son of Jim 18 lines, 28 comments, on May 15 12:19 AM 2007
  • An appetite for potatoes
    Squalor was just a word / not a place we lived. / Chicken replaced steak / next to potatoes / and butternut squash was a delicacy. / Memori
    by Son of Jim 16 lines, 7 comments, on May 15 12:02 AM 2007
  • Cloud diving in Mexico
    The seventh summer opened / with grandpa’s diving lessons. / In the rain we watched / crazy little droplets / straighten and splash the sur
    by Son of Jim 19 lines, 4 comments, on May 8 11:42 PM 2007
  • Echoes of an empty life
    Spindled and hard; / a horse conch shell, / full of everything / but the song of the seas. / / A tone-deaf tune of emptiness / accompanies
    by Son of Jim 19 lines, 11 comments, on May 8 12:08 AM 2007
  • There is a bird
    In these woods there are birds / color and size do not distinguish them- / it is there melodies. / / The magpie’s raspy screech nags, / finish the unfinished. / The little swallows chitters / for fun and games.
    by Son of Jim 19 lines, 1 comment, on May 7 11:57 PM 2007
  • Posy en masse
    During the reign of the moon / a cloud passes / full of thorns and rattlesnakes. / / In procession below / a fearful field of roses and fr
    by Son of Jim 19 lines, 3 comments, on May 7 10:38 PM 2007. In love
  • The strength of fragile pieces
    Egg shells, / meant to broken / listen to the hot sizzle / in bacon grease; / hear the chick chirp / / Playful sounds outside / the window / before the ball crashes through. / Enter the wind and rain--
    by Son of Jim 23 lines, 9 comments, on May 4 9:02 AM 2007
  • She can't walk in heels
    Walking wasn’t an option / especially not in heels / so he carried her / like a bag of drunken rose petals. / / On a whimsy / he places h
    by Son of Jim 16 lines, 9 comments, on May 3 11:51 PM 2007
  • Wearing his hat
    The rain is light / and fresh drops on once dry clothes / match my freckles. / / The Yankees cap saturates / and begins a second rain / from the brim / masking angry tears. / / I am a Cubs fan / and the
    by Son of Jim 30 lines, 9 comments, on May 2 11:37 PM 2007
  • What a great ass
    With a turn, / that of a well balanced / donkey on a unicycle, / loathsome and self-important / comes into view. / Give my back again / So that maybe he’ll take his knife. / / But I am the ass... / / Re
    by Son of Jim 33 lines, 8 comments, on May 1 5:41 AM 2007
  • Detached
    It lies, / like my dignity / on Fridays at The Roxie / not lifeless, simply twitching. / / Five independent movements / on one base, / no longer on the wrist / but still holding the door handle. / The res
    by Son of Jim 27 lines, 5 comments, on Apr 30 11:53 PM 2007. In Pain
  • Talk to yourself about things you can't say outloud
    Acknowledgement; / everything is grey, / speed limit signs aren’t suggestions / and kids are mean. / / Hopeful; / lights on during sex / b
    by Son of Jim 23 lines, 10 comments, on Apr 30 2:36 AM 2007
  • Lost Lessons of the Lily
    Spring breezes propel / precious pollen to unknown places, / lost and uncaring, / / Since Babel all have forgotten, / all but the lilies. / / With each sticky taste / They tell the bumblebee / In grand bl
    by Son of Jim 15 lines, 7 comments, on Apr 26 3:11 PM 2007
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