Jake Shaw's Blog, page 41

Hoc Etiam

I write poems
Because
Long works
Drain me

To think wit’s soul
Is brevity

But in books
A plot mechanizes,
Every poem is up
To interpret

And some see
What they want to,

Clearly,

And everybody
Who reads my poems
Walks away with
A reflection

Is there music in
Rhymes or ciphers

Sometimes
I waste time
And then
Try later

After my mind decides
How to write it

And there it is
As a savage burn
A sprint to see
Who’s closest to figuring

I am
Radio Reality City

It doesn’t matter
What I mean
When I write a...

Words Over Inches

Distance makes and breaks a lot of things
It chains our reach and clouds our heads
For there was that Bellingham girl
Waiting for me it seemed no matter what

We exchanged letters of love
Across distance
Where messages lost in translation
Delievered mixed messages

Distorted words to a person unnerved
Every day one received and one sent
To a girl I thought was beautiful
But the words were wind-whipped

They had to walk a hundred miles
And by the end the words were tired
Distance makes and breaks...

Oak Half Macro – Visual Poetry

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From the poem “Oak Half”. Lineated in Microsoft Publisher. PNG.

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Mt. Hood from the Sky

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/8; 1/1600; ISO-200; 160mm. 10/23/17 1:38 PM.

Over Oregon, within view of Hood, Adams, St. Helens, and Rainier. Quite a sight, seeing them cascade.

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Jolokia Simulair – Rehashed

Today I’m going to be cracking open a poem I’ve once used to describe my abstracter works. One of my secret favorite titles I’ve ever had of all time – possibly deserving a follow up just for the sake of having another poem with a similar title.

As usual, original text of the poem can be found here.

Let’s first unpack that title: Jolokia Simulair. Some of the titles I come up with are portmanteaus or include root words where they ought not to be, and this one used a couple of odd conventions...

Solar Flytrap

Withering noise
As you enter a void
Full of concrete
Floating on black streets

As you pass through a portal
Through a shield
You emerge in a meadow
Dead, yet an oasis of brick

Water flows in a single river
To cut around features built
Into the dry ground
And lonely town

It sits in its own dimension
Nourishing Kittias
And feeding the valley
Where they do not but sustain

Themselves for what?

Just to prevent decay
To never wither past the sword
And take blows upon the chin
Of the shield so they...

Bare Bones

Let me taste your cyanide
Intimate garden between your thighs
So wet from rain of aniticipation
So wet as you descend from the sky

And I glaze my tongue
In your viscosity
Your love and lust
Your drive to rain

Grasping for you
Wanting for you
You stifle the sentences
Streaming from my mouth

And siphon the words
Into nothing but ecstacy
For your garden
And what lies there

What intimate
Flagrant things
You silence me with
Making me mute for you

Let me open my mouth
And have your reign
Rain down...

L^2 (Linux Latitude) – Journal 11/8/17

I always seem to start these journals with what irritates me, or I start out writing these by having on mind something that grinds my gears. Sometimes it’s really easy to ignore those and just focus on me and what I like. But other times, like the past few days, the things that irritate me seem to be all I can focus on.

Anything from content mill writers using their platform to talk about how blessed they are to be dating military, to YouTube ads, to current events. A lot of things about the...

Radio Lens Flare

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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/22; 1/200; ISO-400; 34mm. 10/21/17 3:53 PM.

Broadcasting across the desert, from a golden, bronzy hill.

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2856 Feet

We almost made it
Instead it made us

And it made us burn
Us sore
Us hurt until we
Couldn’t feel ourselves
Anymore

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