the blog of Jerry Bolton
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[a clear cut]
2Note: This was mostly written by Steph; I just fiddled with it at her request. And yes, published it with her permission. I’m good like that. Collaborative poetry is fun. Can I say that?
words have a way of
words have a mind of
words have a life of
their own.
One word can spark a fire,
Two words can put it out
Three words can change a life.
bring out your sword
cut down the words
before
they leave my mouth
they change my world
or pour
your healing touch
upon them
so they
become
a tiny seed;
a rainforest.
[my dailies]
0sit down, stand up
feeling bad and feeling better
i’m just a bicycle wheel
on heavy rotation,
this silent radio signal
ain’t helping me none
bed; a coffin
clock; the nails
clock me
right in the head
[all game]
0a new self-aware
in this place where
magnetism and magic converge;
the presence of the otherworldly
and my reflex is this;
amidst all that subsists
stabilize what is giving off dust and adrenaline,
strategize a lock-in
(covenant in embryo)
call me pregnant.
anticipating conception of promises
transfixed: a new birth
utterly asphyxiating in consideration
of these increasingly singularized lives
How is it that you focus me,
Gently?
Love is a pleasant cancer;
Get me off this Chemo.
(‘cuz it hasn’t been theraputic for months…)
[of shipwrecks and safety]
0up with the sun (for once)
pages past washing mind’s state clean
and open – ink and graphite and font size 10
sentences and lines and words;
letters, all
letters, althroughout
letters to precursors, paradigms, pains
people, all
letters spelling progress, purpose, penitence
patience
letters form a name unknown
so
for now,
this letter is for you:
I.
[mutually insoluble phases]
0The best inspiration has no skin.
The versatility of “you”.
Welcome,
A quiet moment…
It would be so
NATURAL
NORMAL
ORDINARY
NORMAL
ORDINARY
…to just off myself
But I’ve chosen to never make that choice.
But I’ve chosen to never make that choice.
Watch me
Windh me (up)
Windh me (up)
Focus to evade outside harm.
(I WRITE MY PAIN ON PAPER
SHE WRITES HERS IN HER ARMS)
(I WRITE MY PAIN ON PAPER
SHE WRITES HERS IN HER ARMS)
We both just medicate, don’t we?
With mechanisms and no solutions
Sister, some of this is yours
You and I are not so unlike.
With mechanisms and no solutions
Sister, some of this is yours
You and I are not so unlike.
Perhaps if I begin to…
Ignore Myself!
That will make me go away?
I’ve got currency to blow
on easy fixes tonight and
this street of walls is my
Favourite Collapsible Market
on easy fixes tonight and
this street of walls is my
Favourite Collapsible Market
SO, I’M JUMPING BROKERS ON THE SIDE-WALK.
Midnight white lights light fights,
Burn my eyes out and these cataracts die with my sight.
Burn my eyes out and these cataracts die with my sight.
In these, my quiet moments
that I’ve battled for with half my heart;
I’m determined to find you out
for the runner is dead.
and this is just a start
and this is just a start
[my demons are better and worse than yours]
0today I
love my life
more than I love you
(both of you, all of you)
consequently:
today I
hate my self
more than what I do
(what I lose, what I prove)
consequences.
[full contact chess]
0Seems
The other side’s mine now
Not so long ago,
I played white:
(Stalemate)
Now I play black and
The “Four Mover” is set.
Hunter; hunted?
Safe assumptions and the unspoken;
I know more than you think I know.
In fact, I’ve got it all figured out…
But there’s no way you expected this move:
(Check)
Welcome back.
[anthem of a heart divided]
0city lights fade
then sleep evades
Effort circles peace
but tonight, I’ll have none
Echoes brake heartbeats
and I break down the sun
a)
probability one percent
kill the words; watch!
(face-time, face-crime)
do you recognize me?
b)
interest is intimidation
kill the difficulty; ha!
(rapid dance escape chance)
what are you getting yourself into?
Bury me, six feet in water
subsistence submerged; suspension.
Twin factions collide but I
found a release: the tension.
[it doesn't have to be]
1I just want the impossible,
because (deep down)
I need an excuse to be aimless.
There is no compelling reason to focus scope
if the heart’s target is invisible.
I just choose the complicated,
because (sub consciously)
I think it makes for better poems.
There is no compelling reason to write stanzas
if the subject’s matter is prosaic.
I just pursue the perfect,
because (gut level)
I know it immunizes me from disappointment.
There is no compelling reason to meet standards
if the system’s tuning is flawless.
[communication (is a lost art)]
0the clock has a four and two zeros this morning i have not forgotten you and your type written words are rattling my head i'm still in help me understand why all your moments still shake me i just want to rip these feelings from my skull but the longer i stay here the more my resistance dulls i ran the scenarios in my mind who are you and why are you in every line?
