Jake Shaw's Blog, page 55
August 16, 2017
From Five Mile Drive
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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/500; ISO-400; 18mm
Filed under: Images
Adrift
A ghost ship
Adrift in deep space
Harboring ghosts
Of the crew
As cargo
When the captain left
On an escape shuttle
Leaving them all to perish
Filed under: June Era (III)
August 15, 2017
Upheaval – Journal 8/15/17
Sunday came and went, the day for Mount Si. And I took three friends of mine up the switchbacks. It only took us 2 hours and 48 minutes for one of the people in our party developed severe leg pain and call it off. Not wanting to leave a man behind on the trail, we all turned around 700 feet from the summit.
Just as well. The one day this entire summer it wants to rain is August 13th.
I picked up everybody after waking at 6, overpacked and overprepared with maps and such, and we were in North...
Appreciation
It’s the chorus of forest
Rising before us
In beat to electric birds
Cawing overhead
That makes us stop
And listen
To appreciate the choir
And keys played by gulls
Filed under: June Era (III)
August 14, 2017
Lost at the Spaceport
I don’t know
These languages
But I still haggle
My way through
The space station
At the edge
Of the universe
I need food and fuel
So I scrape together
What I can
Hearing stories
Of treasure and adventure
Fuck that
I’ll take
What I can
I just want to be
Not so desperate
To the point of taking
Odd jobs
I’m not a cowboy
But I’ll beebop
My ass to Mars and back
If it means I get some cash
I’m lost at the spaceport
And there’s this stupid robot
Trying to talk to me
Trying to get me to
Buy all kinds...
August 11, 2017
Master Sword
It’s the myth
In the temple of time
That let you go forward
With a surge and a shine
It’s a pop culture icon
It’s a staple of swords
In your Hyrule there was just
One blade you felt
Was what you needed
Not going alone
Rather you’d take the burden
Of a double edge
Sharp as can be
Can split through diamonds
And rend carelessly
So it wasn’t a gift or inheritance
That fell into your hands
It was a curse to wield a power
That could kill fellow man
Filed under: June Era (III)
August 10, 2017
Runes of Bone
Ripples in street puddles
Are the footsteps
Of rain
They’re the delicate swarm
So fragile
To be broken and smashed
As soon as they touch
Ground
So many glass femurs
Frozen for so long
In the sky
Bellowed by
Whales
Until they leave their legacy
With the tracks of
Their journey down
Tales and destinies left
In the hands of the superstitious
Who carved their designs
Filed under: June Era (III)
August 9, 2017
Quest for the Torino
We broke down
At the airport
In front of the
No waiting zone
An engine block
Overheated
As a mechanic
Waved to see me
Then the engine wouldn’t start
And he rolled out his tool belt
In the backseat and we worked
On it for half an hour
Opening the overflow
And looking at the radiator
We opened up to take a look
And antifreeze boiled out
We limped into Renton
To find a gas station
All the while
Smelling the bone dry metal
In the ghetto we found
What we needed
An air and water machine
To fill up...
August 8, 2017
Protest Protest
Oh sign spinners
Oh extremists
It’s a good thing
The rest of us are decent
What it takes to practice restraint
At the temptation of my expression
Of my free speech
With dildos and amplifiers
With everything your
Anti-humanity religion
Preaches
Filed under: June Era (III)
