His Pillow |
We are not stigmas under the sun Onlywhen our breaths are covered bymidnight shadows and cricket cries; Your grey sheets are not dark enough. Like tattoo-regrets onthe sh...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 04:45:00 PST |
Untitled |
LoveAt 7:15 Is when dying blue skiesMeet sun-burned clouds;Lavender.
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 11:15:00 PST |
Your Carousel |
I criedThe rain that fell last DecemberHoping to wake your sleeping heartbeat? I sat there waitingThinking of the black lace parasolYou used to hold in rain for an excuse to drown;&...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Sat, 26 May 2007 09:57:00 PST |
Cheers |
A book embracedBy rubber bands, Taut maple strands,But musical.They are Complements;Syllables become bubblesOn the page, And they bounceTo keepFingers busy....
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 08:38:00 PST |
Blessing |
Blessing I tried to pick up the tea kettleOnly to have my fingers scorched."I can't." I said,With tears covering the shame in my eyes.You smiled,And picked up the kettle yourselfTo ...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 06:25:00 PST |
Adam and Steve |
Your voice speaks your truth
As you would say-
God did not make Adam and Steve.
Those words disturb my ears.
No, it is not anger,
But laughter escaping my mouth.
Perhaps your God has sco...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Wed, 29 Mar 2006 07:11:00 PST |
Move |
Why must you stand in front of me?
Motionless, as a log.
Your stature proud,
But your appearance - filth.
Remember well,
A log, unlike the tree,
Is dead.
As you will be
When I force you...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 06:57:00 PST |
Possession |
I could only see
The onyx of your eyes-
I desire to stay
For I will forever dwell
Within such
Somber hypnosis,
This dismal psychosis.
But I remember
The raven silk of your hair-
How I wished
T...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 09:51:00 PST |
Synchrony |
You sat in your sandbox
So ever endlessly,
With your silent glance.
A quiet plead,
But I could only answer
With my guileful glee.
&nb...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 10:01:00 PST |
Pulse of Time |
Do you hear the voicesOf these emerald covered mountain ranges,Dancing Along our harmonious heartbeats.Their cries resonatingWith our forbidden heat.But the music continuesPlaying.Did our souls discov...
Posted by Jesse Zavtrak on Mon, 12 Dec 2005 07:05:00 PST |
