John Big John

My love, I’ve left to face my music I’m out to pay my bill I’ve come away for my comeuppance I’m ready to take my pill

I tried calling you Monday to tell you about groovy the afterlife is. Then I rang again on Wednesday because I finally remember what I was going to tell you when we were last together. Give me a call back when you can!

I might be gone for a bit, Peter Gabriel and Strings

My love, it’s going going and soon it will be gone. We were always going to be the lost children of Babylon.

• breathe •covet •passing

The Poetry Of Kissing • The Sniper Became A Preacher • •Xxoo •

One • Two • Three poems for February

I saw a red balloon rising that was once tied to a small hand floating up like a buttercup straight to the promised land I lifted too right up out of my socks to chase a racing cloud and as I reached the gates to life I heard my name called out loud “John, why are you way up here,” a cirrus asked through the crystals in her lips I told her that I was abandoning gravity to avoid the apocalypse She gladly let me pass after we shared a glass of rain that made my heart become a wingless dove and left me with no shame as I danced into the stratosphere I came across a prayer that long ago had been offered by a girl with dirty blonde hair she asked God for a pure heart and a love that would be true but her prayer got stuck up in the sky and for years never could breakthrough so I took her psalm that had got lost and wrapped it around my wrist I promised that I would go find her and come to know her kiss I felt the pull of Earth’s long reach it’s desire for me too great

A poem for Easter Morning

the lighthouse is singing