Love Can Be A Lot of Thingsyou know, love can be a lot of things,Love Can Be A Lot of Things by johnfinch
it can be universal, mystical, mythical, wonderful,
it can be cooking dinner or walking in the rain,
it could be staying in your pyjamas, smoking weed, watching wrestling,
and wrestling later, laughing and laughing,
it can be Ella Fitzgerald on a breezy afternoon,
the wind creeping through attic window open diagonal,
it can be train rides in tubes running under the city,
it could be walking close streets to get ice cream before shop close—
it can be the simple fact that someone exists,
the fact that you know that they're there—somewhere,
it can be the sound of their voice on the air, their smile,
something simple—yeah—the way that they wear their hair,
it can be the tear in your eye as you think of these things,
that feeling that rests in the chest and the joy that it brings,
yeah, love can be an awful lot of things,
love can be a lot of thin
Lady II shy and silent, sitting on red carpet, smoking cigaretteLady II by johnfinch
and blowing it out of the window that looks over the street,
her bare feet, toes curl on the carpet, and I smile at her
blowing smoke out of the window, looking at me through the stream,
pale legs on red carpet, and painted toenails that match
her lipstick, she shifts and silk slides up her thigh, I sigh,
nothing like sitting there with her in afternoon, the sound
of street through open window, planes echo from the sky …
LossLose the passion of your loveLoss by AnimalFeathers
filled with apathy
filled with regret
Lose your morals for they are water on the brain
filled with piss
filled with ejaculate
Lose your keys for your no longer welcome in this house
filled with malice
filled with hate
Lose your faith in god, a useless jester of hosts
filled with comedy
filled with error
Lose your condiments and eat your food dry
filled with meat
filled with malevolence
Lose your faggot in a graveyard to a drunken slumber
filled with ass
filled with love
Lose your mother to your friends and a lover
filled with shit
filled with dysentery
Lose your limb in the war on terror
filled with disgrace
filled with just cause
Lose your train, barreling down the path to enlightenment
filled with falsity
filled with chagrin
Lose yourself and throw your mortal husk into the flames
filled with passion
filled with discontent.
Your Frame A RevolutionPanic in the streets of Jerusalem as you pull the thin white sheet over your frame and walk to the balcony.Your Frame A Revolution by AnimalFeathers
"They are rioting in the streets again."
I lean back and light the other half of the cigarette I left in the ashtray when you came into the room, dripping from you hair, sweet waters of your skin that stick to the sheets
The white sheet that sticks to your frame,
The white sheet that outlines your ass like the winged victory,
The white sheet with three spots of coffee on the left hand corner,
Not because it was spilt but it was the product of your boredom
You liked to lick your fingers after dipping them in my favorite mug,
The one I sipped from as I admired at the window
Cool breeze of night and inhale - exhale
"Come here before you miss this!"
The violence excites you and I walk towards your green eyes.
Below the scene is bloody.
A man with a rock
A man with a gun
A rock is thrown and a trigger pulled
So many more rocks than guns.
They run towards the barricades and
It has been some time since I have updated my deviantart with journals or poetry, but finally, I have, and I do hope you enjoy.
I have uploaded some poems I have written this year. I am currently also working on finalizing the second edition of Willows, Women, Highways and the Sea. I hope to get the second edition out in the next month or so, so be on the lookout and I'll let you know.
I am also currently working on a follow-up of Willows made of works selected from the 2013 year. The new book, tentatively titled Flowers and Jazz, should contain about a hundred new poems. I am hoping to get Flowers out by May.
I hope you all are well.