jaybeasley2

to think too long
too hard
the day can be wasted if I didn’t get out of my own brain
and go out and do
the action I said I would
five thousand seconds later the thought comes to me
and I jump off the cliff
scale down a grassy ledge
alternating between sliding and running and rolling
and I can see you at the bottom
where the sandy beach resides
but nothing will deter me
not a cut or a scrape or a lost hat or a torn shoe
because I see you there watching me
in my crazy journey down a
slanted field of mulch and grasses
dirt and dust flying up as I race down
because I see
how much it amazes you
I am willing to put my body though this
to be closer to you
and then I arrive
and our skin collides
all Hollywood style
and we embrace
and we kiss
as I look in your eyes we smile
then you laugh and I grin
because I am covered with
evidence of my journey
but we see across the beach
out to the sunset of a lifetime
why brush off the soot now
when we can just enjoy the moment
first

while a moment of moonlight
casts a faint shadow;
slowly, to a jazz sax,
people who don’t see the world
in rose color have bothered to
say goodbye to me today.
way to go, rapid heartbeat,
you surprised me.
well, to be honest, after a few
minutes of understanding requited
passion through a compassionate
conversation and deep purple.
what calm evening brings is no
real surprise to me, being in
this random bliss of music.
the hand I am grasped by makes
me happily surprised whom it is attached to;
and then there is a
two second moment when I need
a hug and I get one.
life is grand.
because your hand kept in contact…

hhmmmm.
the tabletop.
so from left to right, it is all
sentimental. First there is the words on
newspaper that combat boredom. yawn.
then, salt and pepper that attacks my lunch.
next, a drink of energy and purple, of berry
and bubbles that make my night effectible.
I really only get those because you made me
appreciate how much they can help a grey-
silver mid-dawn become less exhausting.
After that, a pad of paper and a pen, for the time
when I could be struck by inspiration.
Beside that a strong drink and a weak
drink, a yin-yang of my dimension, currently;
and accompanied by a nice cold water, the
reason for which is the reason you are so
much to me, a specific healthy choice identified.
the hat sitting there is not as easy to
overlook, mostly ’cause it is the only
so soft item I brought back from where
you live.
Last, a bit of technology
I can only hope and pray that
you use to contact me today,
for this was a rough one,
trust me.

The last day will be the end
of the month, on that midnight.
My bandages still have blood
on them, but don’t you worry, I will
be out of your way shortly.
And, actually, there is a lot of
pain to avoid if I don’t remain here
in your room, at all.
This could be the worst news
to deliver, but I have to face the
idea that discomfort can mean growth; the
trees will cover my escape from this
maze of indiscreet personal motivations. you
could flee with me, but it will drag you
back in if you let it. like tentacles of
less friendly aura that squid you into the
vortex, these places you have visited
are already tainted; yet the walls of red
and grey were already that color when we
got there long ago.
both of your eyes will close
when you are done fighting for how worn
out you were and no matter what
happens, I know you will not
be alone…