... wow, uncharacteristic capitalization... oh well. welcome to the part of my site that includes jacobs poems. once again, the poems without titles have a first-line substitute. enjoy, as i have. and, as always, if you see mistakes, email me at [email protected] .

Untitled (When the morning light)
Behind the backlit screen
Poem
Boy
Into The Storm
Non-Existent
Politic
To Take A Bird
Untitled (I was in a car talking about life)
A Year Ago
In Lime

Untitled

When the morning light
Engulfs her hair in flame, she's
Sprawled across white sheets
Below a subtle,
Open window
She sighs, outside
I can hear the ocean
Whispering
She moves like water
Inside this
Cramped room with
Walls that are green, and
Dripping like marbled tears
Like pretty,
Succinct eyes
That are
Just, beautiful
I rise up like a pillar of
Blackened stone
Existent and nothing more,
In the mirror
I can see her face
Like a placid reflection,
I dare not let it ripple
When she's gone the stone
It stays, simply existing
Uninteresting
Always perfectly
As it was

Behind the backlit screen
Everything exists in perfect ones and zeros
Hear the hum
It remembers your name every time.
Needlessly I speak
Deaf and dumb they
Talk to me on keyboards, away at home
Hollow and not quite alive.
Every night
Before I sleep, I
Am here, whispering through cold
Circuits like I
Know nothing of real speech, the
Living they elude me
Invisible,
The backlit boys and girls
Sulk,
Crying
Raking their hands
Ever silently.
Echoes resonate from
Numbered plastic panels and
Silent children� typing life away.

Poem

In the center, before everything
breaks apart
we curl like broken wings,
folded upon the darkness,
cradled by the green glow
of an off center night light.
I am lost,
in thoughts
rattling through my head
encompassing your silhouette
And the myriad stars.
The first time I ever slept
we were broken
flying through the sky
all at once crying and laughing
it was the first night I ever slept.

Boy

Writing love poems
With liquor and soda
Swirling inside
His stomach
On the edge of a bed
In a narrow room

Into The Storm

Today I went
out into the storm
out where the renegade cars
and the runaway children
haunt the streets
In the midst of the urban
development
I watched with weary eyes
home was over the next hill
a crest where the castle
Wall Mart
sat ever so kingly
guarding the way

Non-Existent

We play chess
In the dark
With hearts
In slings
And tired, shaking
Hands
And I can�t help
But wonder
Why?
I want to reach up
And twist the stars
Into little silver
Spirals
Let them fall on me
While I spin and float
Like a sparked piece of paper
Billowing fragments
Out, into the wind.
Like that kid she saw on
That fucking bus
Who looked so alone
Like that goddamn picture you turn to
When you�re fucking talking
On the phone

We do nothing
Try nothing
Choose nothing

Politic

In between a stance on politics,
Stuck between the sky and this
Rocky ground.
I can almost squirm deeper out of sight,
Almost deeper into this
Jagged earth.
The pale hands
Writhing inside my pockets,
Until it�s all certainty.
The dead lie cocooned inside the earth, and we are
Almost inside
The center,
The core is cold and almost gone.
The maggots throw books
And court orders,
The maggots shout propaganda and
Bleak,
Scratching radio signals.
The maggots are proud, dignified countrymen
Living to serve and rule this ever growing
Mound of grime, of which they shout and proclaim
They will make
Beautiful
Deep inside.
It does not matter
My dear leaders,
In the end
We are all
Flies

To Take A Bird

With a mind
like a crooked arrow,
the boy aimed
a gun
to the sky
and shot down
a morning dove,
and the bird
like a stone, fell.
he said later,
that he was
aiming for an angel
but no one
really believed him.
who would ever think
to shoot an angel?
why not
take a bird,
who's song and
subtle
existent calls
warn the world of
a certain
subtle
edge

Untitled

I was in a car talking about life
And I was wanting to just give up
And cry
And lose it all in a fit
Of lonely self inflicted
Quiet
My hand was clenched inside my jacket
Holding onto a pocket
Like a life preserver
All the pain it�s just
Bottled up
Like a miniature ship posing as
A piece of art
And you, you�re perfectly painted in
And sometimes I feel like, you don�t need
A map to navigate
This ocean inside me
In my room
All is silent
And alone
And utterly
Blue
Like a four sided
Sea
Crashing
Against
The walls

A Year Ago

Back in that garage
Where the drunks had blown smoke
Up towards the ceiling,
And we were out there
After they�d all passed out
Breaking windows
And loving the sound of
The neighbors as they
Yelled from out
Across the street
You and me
We were
Throwing drinks into that electricians van
And waving down the passing cars
And you were
Falling on my skateboard in the
Middle of everything
It was beautiful
When everything was broken
We�d broken it together
Laughing, falling into things

In Lime

So simple a life,
Way back when,
Answers were found easily
In blunted silhouettes and
Small postage stamp stories,
All filling up the corners of
A pale green room,
Lined with little blurred windows
Lacking the truth
They showed me a softer image
Of the world outside

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