Friday, January 6, 2012


* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *

autumnal dusk, cathedral shadows

shades of 1985

unnamed suburban street sprawl

miles between curbs

toys left on lawns

manicured, tight

sexy dreams of adolescence

falling asleep with jeans full of cum

cream in your jeans

shadows lengthening

drugstore smell of disinfectant

Stolen Here: candy, gum, condoms, calendars

causes, effects

empty emptied suburban sidestreets

doorways sealed with kisses

preserved in dust

televisions off

electricity silenced

red waves of sunset

lapping at the shores of the sidestreets

walk the curb

this side is lava, this side is sharks

don’t fall in

your eyes your lips your breasts your hands

all washed away out and over

lapping up to lick the bottom of my heart

don’t fall in

strange echoes from the athletic field

cheers, curses

beneath the bleachers the beach

smoke-filled city-states

unwholesome and potent

the fence

it whispers to you now

conjured from a circle of cigarette butts



red sky at night

red sky at morning

red sky in mourning

red sky forever

nine graves

voices stilled

sadness established

mysteries peeled off

layers of onion

thin last pages

all blank


no one knows

a locked room mystery

in the open air

the streets widen

the air thins

they’re not breathing

no one is


and airless


tipota said...

poetry transfiguration! very cool

Jason Gusmann said...

thanks T!