jpaulgorman

seems the only worthy and meaningful measure of time is day and night everything else is in the stars a new year means nothing a new month means nothing a new week means nothing only a new day has meaning and everything that follows

the shape of a poem has the effect of creating momentum....thoughts bursting, the true ones highlighted among the nothings.....like a scene. or a dream. three people dreaming, sitting in the same chair, commenting on the woman in the flowing dress and giving advice on backhands. the oz figure wearing a suit off the rack and a solid maroon tie, his own army celebrating the holiday, or maybe just celebrating drinking, eating, and lusting. his daughter, trapped in her life, uncomfortable to be his daughter. oh, the expectations! she'll likely turn her back and move to tahiti or paris. paris, france.

hello, hello, can you hear me i already told you what i thought are you listening are you paying attention to anyone someone else in the world has made themsleves known the push of a button is all if i hit send i will be known can you give me a minute, i'm busy glowface, you've seen me glowface, you've hurt me glowface, you need me glowface already we don't talk anymore we don't look at each other can't remember the last time i held you you've always got a glow in your eyes your head is down, it's a waste hello, hello, can you hear me you look up with a confused face you don't understand what i'm saying glowface, you've seen me glowface, you've hurt me glowface, you need me glowface glowface, you've seen me glowface, you've hurt me glowface, you need me glowface glowface glowface e ae b7a e b7a3 e

could move from this place but i'd have to move don't want to pick up the slack , not tryin' to be rude just want you to hear the awful truth i'm so low down, got the Christmas blues the midnight sky playing tricks on me thought i saw the devil in a pecan tree walked that road for days and days count the people so the romans get paid found a barn with a view when i got to town made our bed with some hay on the ground i watched her sleep, her skin so brown couldn't hardly rest cause of the animal sounds my Baby was born later that night He didn't make a peep, He barely cried His mama seemed well, had tears in her eyes a miracle Child was born that night we registered our names, they counted three my honey, myself, and the baby King does everybody know He gonna set them free? gonna take all the blame for you and me the years would pass, and His mama got old always listened to what He was told nobody knows wh...

maybe the world will end today the earth and sky eliminated maybe we'll go on 'til tomorrow tomorrow afternoon or the next day the man in the tight suit might know we'll be covered in sand or maybe snow it could get to thirty below before we realize it's time to go some say it's coming in tewnty twelve like we could ever really tell it is finished, the book is closed the work was done, we've been told please don't cry when darkness comes the lights are cut to end our crimes the end of times will end forever we'll be gone, but we'll feel much better emg