Poem: “You Jest My Friend”, notebooks, Jim Stallings

You jest my friend

To think I am laughing,

For in truth I am deep

In a year of remembrance

And remorse as deep as nails,

Struck to the heart of things

Where life and death pass

One into the other,

So much so that change

Is blurred by vivid ache,

And hope expires in stale air

Foul as the breath of mushrooms

Whose poisonous seeds cloud

The low caves where your eyes

Once glowed inside a skull crushed,

By ambition’s maniac arc,

Drowning now into…

A pit of slime & pointlessness.


Leave a comment

Filed under flash poetry, poetry, prose poetry, works in progress

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s