fiery hair fantasy
makes me nervous
like Brand or Bleys
or she who is white and
“ fair”
(Celtic pale)
makes me stare
which memory
keeps me warm
when all other lights
“go out”
(fire of Galadriel)
but I love
the picture
of her new shoes
“little brown boots”
(modern Caligula)
mid-calf suede
“anticipation”
(gloves of Sweden)
kept in her wallet
to show me
“simple gifts”
(Appalachian Spring)
which memory
warms my sheets
at night
begs my attention in
“economics”
(my red-haired Giffen good)
Poetry OR Poem
Monday, March 31, 2008
JoLynn by Jakob Chapman
Friday, March 28, 2008
Jack-in-the-box By Jakob Chapman
red box
mounted
on the wall
reaching forward
outstretching
tempted
each time I pass
grasp the handle
knuckles white
firming grip
blood burning
like fire
save yourselves
Poetry OR Poem
mounted
on the wall
reaching forward
outstretching
tempted
each time I pass
grasp the handle
knuckles white
firming grip
blood burning
like fire
save yourselves
Poetry OR Poem
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
String Theory by Jakob Chapman
official handicap
forgotten
lips forming the possibility
of pastrami on rye
knee pads and sunglasses
llama rodeo
sunshine and physics
physical attraction theory
in a getaway car
Poetry OR Poem
forgotten
lips forming the possibility
of pastrami on rye
knee pads and sunglasses
llama rodeo
sunshine and physics
physical attraction theory
in a getaway car
Poetry OR Poem
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
One Like the Other by Jakob Chapman
another new day
half hour early
shower and pray
write down questions
anticipate answers
try to guess
what she will say
countdown
the time
waste it away
were we on five?
or always on six?
I lose track of the hits
it takes me to stay
focused
on absentmindedness
today
Poetry OR Poem
half hour early
shower and pray
write down questions
anticipate answers
try to guess
what she will say
countdown
the time
waste it away
were we on five?
or always on six?
I lose track of the hits
it takes me to stay
focused
on absentmindedness
today
Poetry OR Poem
Friday, March 14, 2008
Understanding Tuesday Afternoon by Jakob Chapman
I am stuck
in redheaded
desire
I can’t get out
of the lovely
quagmire
eight-year-old
rollerblades
covered with mud
hose them down
fuel the intensity
of the draught
delight in saturation
it’s okay
mother won’t
find out
about the flood
I am sorry
about haystacks
the lack of love
and devotion
acquired from cats
thankful lunch
engagement
with or without
cheese
satisfy cravings
strange emotions
I am burned
by redheaded
fire
my heart is ready
it couldn’t be
dryer
Poetry OR Poem
in redheaded
desire
I can’t get out
of the lovely
quagmire
eight-year-old
rollerblades
covered with mud
hose them down
fuel the intensity
of the draught
delight in saturation
it’s okay
mother won’t
find out
about the flood
I am sorry
about haystacks
the lack of love
and devotion
acquired from cats
thankful lunch
engagement
with or without
cheese
satisfy cravings
strange emotions
I am burned
by redheaded
fire
my heart is ready
it couldn’t be
dryer
Poetry OR Poem
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Reading Jane Eyre by Jakob Chapman
my hand is a spider
crawling on the ceiling
my covers too warm
the book by my side
spinning my mind
causing me harm
the clock on the stand
races faster
drinking my sleep
bringing me nearer
the 10 o’clock classroom
wishing for Tuesday
devotion and noon
bunk bed creaks
desire an end to games
roommate speaks
I listen
as he sleeps
jealously excited
awaiting alarm
red is new
favorite color
I think of her often
silent alms
always later into night
pitiful sleep
calm surrender
frightens
and claims
the spider on the wall
as always…
as always.
Poetry OR Poem
crawling on the ceiling
my covers too warm
the book by my side
spinning my mind
causing me harm
the clock on the stand
races faster
drinking my sleep
bringing me nearer
the 10 o’clock classroom
wishing for Tuesday
devotion and noon
bunk bed creaks
desire an end to games
roommate speaks
I listen
as he sleeps
jealously excited
awaiting alarm
red is new
favorite color
I think of her often
silent alms
always later into night
pitiful sleep
calm surrender
frightens
and claims
the spider on the wall
as always…
as always.
Poetry OR Poem
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Empty Chair by Jakob Chapman
fake granite
composite plastic
cold curves
sharp line
cutting narrow
strip
fourth row
to the right
mother hole
dripping
disappointment
counting seconds
forgetting minuets
rigid awkward soul
I was supposed to meet
and never lose
the imposable hope
Poetry OR Poem
composite plastic
cold curves
sharp line
cutting narrow
strip
fourth row
to the right
mother hole
dripping
disappointment
counting seconds
forgetting minuets
rigid awkward soul
I was supposed to meet
and never lose
the imposable hope
Poetry OR Poem
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Rowboats by Jakob Chapman
glide away Sisu
glide away Jazz
waiting alone
in a house of photographs
constant smiling faces
a few watts of light
help me remember
keep me up at night
clip the grass
when it gets too long
don't forget
she'll be coming back
by the time
I've gone
house-sitting memories
tale set for one
empty arms
album in lap
empty pages
the desire to fill
little boats
on the lake
little boats making
little wakes
glide away...
glide away....
Poetry OR Poem
glide away Jazz
waiting alone
in a house of photographs
constant smiling faces
a few watts of light
help me remember
keep me up at night
clip the grass
when it gets too long
don't forget
she'll be coming back
by the time
I've gone
house-sitting memories
tale set for one
empty arms
album in lap
empty pages
the desire to fill
little boats
on the lake
little boats making
little wakes
glide away...
glide away....
Poetry OR Poem
Monday, March 3, 2008
Washing Windows by Jakob Chapman
I am always amazed
at the clarity
pure pool
of crystal style
that rests
before lashes
increasing vantage
decreasing ambiguity
of secret smiles
and hymn numbers
seen from the isle
fuzzy shapes
moving in the grass
throw them away
beside the book
on the blanket
they get in the way
I am always amazed
at the clarity
the freedom
from indistinctness
which happens
every time
I put on my glasses
Poetry OR Poem
at the clarity
pure pool
of crystal style
that rests
before lashes
increasing vantage
decreasing ambiguity
of secret smiles
and hymn numbers
seen from the isle
fuzzy shapes
moving in the grass
throw them away
beside the book
on the blanket
they get in the way
I am always amazed
at the clarity
the freedom
from indistinctness
which happens
every time
I put on my glasses
Poetry OR Poem
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Breast Cancer by Jakob Chapman
vinyl paper clips
dwindling
assorted colors
thin under-wires
digging under
searching
scratching
finding the last
one
that’s not pink
to hold my papers
together
without sending
a wrong
message
Poetry OR Poem
dwindling
assorted colors
thin under-wires
digging under
searching
scratching
finding the last
one
that’s not pink
to hold my papers
together
without sending
a wrong
message
Poetry OR Poem
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