Ducatis
We talk motorcycles.
He rides. I dream, ever
the safe voyeur.
New Love
Here I go again
Naked feet
Shattered glass
Tip toe through disaster
Clean up mess
Adriatic Dream
Friday afternoon
Outside sunshine
Air gives a hint of moisture
from a distant sea
Springtime in Bakersfield
Inside, I work at looking busy.
My fan drones like a jet engine.
Its air flows across
my right shoulder as if
it were an aluminum wing
that has no lift.
Eyes closed
Café in Trieste
Gelato in Split
Dinner in Dubrovnik
This day ends
That day comes no closer
Capitano Tedeschi
30
copyright 2009 Jamie Jacks
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2 comments:
Jamie! Are you on a poem a day binge? Good stuff, my friend!
Thank you for your very thoughtful comment on my Eating Zombies entry. You are a kind man.
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