Couldn’t we be on a beach
somewhere [sunlight]? Like your hair, we know
exactly what to do:
I’ve never worked
without you, I can’t seem to make a bit of
difference.
Is there anything I can do?
with my mind, but I’m a hard-working
If you died, I’d be no
I haven’t yet experienced
that romance
I’m asking for, just the ones
I fear. . .
man, and these hands
worse off, if I never
Your composition
composes me.
Bebop smile, ‘haps lunch in the park, lips like
“I’ll see ya.”
need a break. Lord knows, I’m tired;
I gotta mind
to see what’s right in front of me – such a familiar
feeling, although
the room’s changed, light’s
the same.
testifying, it’s a lonely
tried – takes an earthquake
That lavender flight. . . Mind like a vacuum
‘cause I needed to write – someone else, here, curl up
lying on the couch with;
bridge, but I still like
find myself, back, cutting lines
like cocaine, banging
the tremor of our time together, with relief.
crossing it,
feel how much we love each other.
Shinning on a wall, my bedroom
wall. Then out onto the street, past
the awning, spinning a baby airplane
propeller, or a ninja-star,
to think of you,
Can’t distract myself
reflecting dense streetlight
in a twirling motion, spotlight
back up to the stars,
catching the night
while I do. If you plunge
enough.
by surprise, these stars
have gone, even though
they’re there –
lost, however, this midnight
those depths of your mind, you’ll find, “It’s alright.”
of Baltimore.
Jonas has had poems published in the L.A. Review, Gargoyle, Pearl, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Main Street Rag, The Melancholy Dane, Paradigm, Welter, and Smile Hon! You're in Baltimore. He is currently an adjunct english teacher at the Community College of Baltimore County. He's got more where this came from.