Tag Archives: hope

Spirit/Flesh

Posted on February 9, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Fully aware, when the stars are at their peaks, whorling in strange circles in our forbidden sky you are the meat of my existence, the flesh of it and I am the soul, the spirit of yours. You are my … Continue reading →

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Opportunity

Posted on February 4, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

The day they gave out opportunity, I imagine I was daydreaming of some far-off wonderland, imagining the crystal waters, the bluest skies and greenest meadows, lush fields of flower and fruit. I may have been contemplating you, and the way … Continue reading →

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Phantoms

Posted on January 12, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Disastrous and wounding; there are layers of toxicity confounding all the potential hope between us. How can I possibly fix things if you won’t even let me talk? Put away your gun words, your knife words, your fist words, even … Continue reading →

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Circular Reference

Posted on January 10, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Every fall down, every crash, she is there with strong hands and impatient heart; even if those hands are barbed and the heart is filthy, the frame is sturdy, and it will hold up — it holds up even the … Continue reading →

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Untranslateable

Posted on January 4, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Gone in a flash, in an instant, in a moment and all I have left are the memories of a time and place that never were. I can see your too-blue eyes and I can taste the smoke on your … Continue reading →

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