From the 2019 Collection "2222"
#222 #2222 #comedy #existential #jmartindean
Empty Avenue Death on the the installment plan Righteous lady, insolent man, I patience expired.
Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him
I thought of a human birth And I glanced up ’Twas dusk, early and bright still And close to me it fell through the sky and burned
Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.
I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.
Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,
Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation
Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him
I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,