Memories of Paris Poem

paris poem

memories of paris poem

 

 

 

We fought over an apple on the
train to Paris
and you kicked at me as
we crossed through the gate
onto the cobblestones,
two young Americans in Paris
having a lover’s spat and
making up.
We checked into that hotel
with the tiny balcony
and the red bed with the red curtains.
We were sprouts in a garden
that year.
We never imagined that
it couldn’t last, that time
would grow vines which would crawl up
us like it crawls up everyone
and hold us in factories and
houses and familiar streets.
Every cell in my body is different now and
you are gone,
as gone as Paris of that year.
The train
rolls again across
the French countryside,
rolls into Paris
on
tracks of memory
and we get the same
room and hitch hike across France again
speaking no French,
young Americans with our
thumbs out.

david michael jackson  June 10, 2012  editors@artvilla.com

Last One Standing Poem

i wuz the last one standing
told off
hornswangled,
befittched,
narry a narnstitch to chamfer,
stalwrited agin,
the final blartly
last one standing I wuz,
barnsnorted right into thye cornswaint
petroclusive
blottled and confused
left there to think I was
left there to think
and think I did

 

 

david michael jackson  sometime in the past   editors@artvilla.com   send caramel corn

Fear Poem by David Michael Jackson

We blacklisted those who
made us fear ourselves

It was us, not them.

We were there

We were there
John Brown.

We were there.

We were there in Berlin.

It’s is not they
it is we.

We stood by
millions were burned.
We were fearful.

We stood by while
the talk infested our
neighbors,

the talk of fear

for communism
for drugs
for 19 guys with box cutters
for Mexicans.

We climbed out of the sewer of our
collective fear
into the sunshine of truth
once, a long time ago
in a place called Congress
and we told a man called McCarthy
where to stick his fear
and if we have to
by God
we’ll do it again.

david michael jackson june 28 2012 editors@artvilla.com send peace

Abstract Flower Painting

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Flowerman the Abstract Flower Painting

Flower Man.


He’s Flower man,
the abstract flower painting.
He’s ready
to fight
for beauty is truth

for sunshine

for bees

He’s here to fight for bees

and you better not get in his

way

he’s Flower man

the abstract flower painting

and he’s had it with the way you are treating his bees

and you better watch out Mister

 

 

 

Flower Man the Abstract Flower Painting by
david michael jackson   june 25 2012  editors@artvilla.com  send jam and jelly

Now You Have Me

The world is an unfair pestilence of greed and corrupt behavior.

Yeah whatever

Life is an endless procession of imperfect days where we get almost nothing done

Yeah you are right, okay

There is no meaning no sun shining on illusion to make it anything.

Yeah that’s kinda deep,I guess, but well

Love is illusion driven by chemicals demanding sex and procreation

Do I have time for this

The sun makes the tiny hairs on the back of her neck glow, she turns

Now you have me