‘autumn’

~ inspired by robert frost ~

autumn’s color sway,
though her garment cannot stay.

her blooming bares new bark,
a shelter for the lark.

then comes a wintry thief,
who purloins the autumn leaf.

approaching snows surpass,
for nothing gold may last.

jonathan j ames

‘absence’

such immaculate breath,
sighed out of cavernous mouths
who utter tiny silent whispers…

another regret for father's pocket

the who knew of it all,
no magic fed these fingers foul
naked now, with absent metal.

jonathan j ames

‘the untitled chronicles ~ no. 138’

broken glass shard, thickly…
hung souls
from the cling-able well.

such tongue-torn knots my dear,
unable still to wield joan’s sword.

eyes asunder, cipher sung,
when roamed feral beasts in tied-light accord.

so smiles on the sawyer,
simply another tooth upon his blade,
my castle cast, forever in the sand.

jonathan j ames

'autumn clouds'

picture spiral twisted,
barren heat keeps the more of sore,
as water soothes
into rooted stormy wails.

when will ever the bastard seed
be thrown skyward,
away from earthly whores
who bore our souls with hollow breasts-

such is the color-spent sigh,
picture pores in mirror black inks
which mask the hurt…turns the head,
leaves orphans in the wind.

jonathan j ames

‘sick figure footprints’

chain-be-gone memories
destiny upon a stick,
switched deep into keening flesh,
an attempt to choke the ill fated.

so hobbles the broken,
bone-spur body...crippled frame,
such sights brave pierced pupils,
another tear for mother’s closet.

sick figure footprints ~

left only this sound
among mission bell tones,
who tongue-ring the end
in terse interval fashion.

but harmony hells serenade
and shame the turn-around mirror,
who’s partial likeness spectacles
the man, i use to be.

jonathan j ames