From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
#jmartindean #warbread
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof
The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough
Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!
I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—
Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.