Jaymo

swag poems

[jaymogetsmoney]

To love

Would that my words find you

In the state that I let them go,

Then you would understand completely

And we would lie still and in silence.

How wonderful then they don't,

Because O how we dance!

With the ceaseless exchange of our different languages,

And the joy in its translation.

[jaymogetsmoney]

End of holibobs

I know the rhythm of our footsteps now

Like some old beloved song

And the sounds of all the spillage

From these jars we keep ahold

Teemed with memories I couldn't keep

Without a helping hand

Collected from adventures spent

Just filling in our map

Between the river and the midnight sky

As the lone lantern ascends

This joy was found on cobbled roads

And this joy we'll find again.

[jaymogetsmoney]

Start of holibobs

Tangerine crust,

Rigid to the scrape

Of us, as knives,

Across this strange place.

A sweetness spread

Of jam and we,

The fruit flies

Dancing, land to taste.

Eager to touch

This stone with our feet,

Creep to everywhere,

Wear down our shoes.

Our map of this place

is empty

So let us start somewhere —

We have so much to do.

[jaymogetsmoney]

Blackcurrant Squash

Whoever this designer

that may exist somewhere above,

How careless they were with you,

I think they made you wrong.

When they poured in all your joy

they must have made some mistake,

Meant to use single strength

but used double concentrate.

[jaymogetsmoney]

A poem about a dog

No gentler one I've ever known,

Barefaced in love and trust,

I understand your every word,

In this language just for us.

From tire and cold I shelter next to you,

My stubbornest of friends,

You watch whatever I do

In your sofa-blanket den.

Let me sleep beside you

And feel the rising of your chest,

Just once more greet me at my door

With your wagging tail and panting breath

I'll keep a space for you to snuggle

In my dreams, still stroke your ears,

And hold tightly all your sweetness

As it slowly disappears.

[jaymogetsmoney]

I always miss my friends

You make me brave enough

To jump in the cold water,

No longer will I dip my toes in —

I will cannonball.

I pour over with excitement

For you in life to flourish,

Wherever it is you find yourself

I'll keep safe your kind and courage.

[jaymogetsmoney]

I think of you often

The joy of it all, really,

Is that you are here when you're not.

I hear that song you mentioned

And everything, so suddenly, stops.

You paint these narrow lines on my face

With brushes you have left me,

When I see rich flowers in bloom —

O I wish you could have seen.

How much more of life

Sings out to me now?

How much more do I listen

In hopes you’d like the sound?

Even if I do not see you soon,

Thank you for intruding on my world.

Now I dance to all these songs

Else I never would have heard.

[jaymogetsmoney]

Don't use an AI for your report, please

Dare not be humble in your proof of living,

Shout aloud in earned woes.

Exhaust your passions into joys,

For such storied art outlives these bones.

Why turn away from the struggle,

The very essence of it all?

In living and becoming,

You are your labour, nothing more.

[jaymogetsmoney]

Knock knock jokes with God

No knocker or a bell is found on heavens door

I lived my life in dreams and in death I shall dream no more

Those irreverent deities who beheld my earthly cries

Encased within the words of man, dormant do they lie

Gently into darkness will I once again return

To a consonant equivalence all men have rightly earned

The righteous to a rest acclaimed to dull their soreness whole

And those sinful sort will sin no more with their hearts and bodies cold

Know that apathy can wait until the rocks consume my bones

For I shall live my life in dreams and rage as I have grown

Unravel my heart, read its poems! Sing aloud all of its scores!

For when the earth reclaims her child, then I can dream no more.

[jaymogetsmoney]

She,

She is woven all from sunbeams

Breaking gently through the trees.

Full of warmth and mottled joy,

I'd think: honest, kind and sweet.

She is the shine of summer cider

On the bench beside the shade,

And the sudden biting cool

As I dip my toes beneath the waves.

She is the melody in birdsong

Ever early in the dew,

I like to think she sings to them,

And they carry on her tune.

[jaymogetsmoney]

Middle finger to Kierkegaard

Today I missed my train.

It wasn't even my fault, really.

I missed out on the whole day I planned.

It really bummed me out.

You said to me something really wise:

That I hadn't missed out on that day,

Because it never happened,

Not in any universe or timeline.

I guess then the only narrative that rings true

Is the grand story of my missed train

And the certainty of the present

In spite of all our efforts made.

I have grown to relish this truth,

When I think of how lucky I am to love you,

And realise that it is no grand thing,

Because in no timeline

Did I ever do anything else.

[jaymogetsmoney]

Corpse flower

I pawed at all my open wounds,

Kept open for you to smell.

I thought to be alluring,

And vulnerable as well.

Laid belly up I pined for you,

Some injured little mutt,

While I had a home to warm me,

And a heart that I could love.

I couldn't have you gently,

I had to make you turn your head.

You are no hunter, really,

When you feast upon the dead.

I picked and picked on all the scabs,

Turned scratches into wounds.

The despair I let you save me from,

Was always made for you.

[apoemaday]

To Be Alive

by Gregory Orr

To be alive: not just the carcass But the spark. That's crudely put, but… If we're not supposed to dance, Why all this music?

[jaymogetsmoney]

My choice of materials shall fool the wolf again

I will build a home in me

To hold all the best of you

I'll keep the heating on all day

And always take off my shoes

I'll fill it full of every moment

And strain to fit it in

But inevitably when I unravel

I will scatter in the wind

Then, somehow, I'll look on settled seeds 

As they grow and drink and bloom

And every single flower petal

Will be as beautiful as you

[jaymogetsmoney]

Me when I've had one beer

If we are in hell with hatred

And if god is cruel to be ill, 

Then why can we still dance

And laugh til our hearts are full?

Is it just to be taken away from us,

To make mockery of us all?

Go on, proclaim it bitterly finite

And watch us, dancing still