Pulled into Juiz de Fora just before sundown. Motorcycle cowboy again. Like days of old. But it’s different somehow now. After Narcisa everything is different. Like the guy who swallowed the Red Pill in The Matrix. Things will never be the same. Why did Cigano cross the road? Good or bad. It is what it […]
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Sitting at the usual table by the waves. Yellow plastic meditation refuge Alone by the sea. Far end of Copacabana. End of the day. 2009 End of the world. Soon the sea will rise to consume the streets, buildings, city. And it will all be sand and dust and ruin. Again. The end. But for […]
read moreA light lit seen from the street… Not Piercing The Darkness or Shining Down On anything Just a light Just there somewhere… Kansas City. “Why there?” she asked and I said “Why not?” “That’s ok, too” said the Truck Driver as if to voice the opinions of the truck. Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2009.
read moreby Jonathan Shaw The first time I saw the kid, he was sitting in the front row of the smoking section of the midnight AA meeting downtown. The only reason I even noticed him at all when I walked in the door was probably because he was sitting there, legs sprawled across the floor, leaning […]
read moreby Jonathan Shaw damnfool rain came pourin like jackpot inna my life today burned-out windshield visions of melting tires and cities lost Rainman sez: More Tomorrow Ballgames cancelled Meetings Postponed Communications Down— children lost catsndogs the old man is snoring
read moreby Jonathan Shaw i walk away i think i got it beat this system of dots and corners as i get in my car shivering driving home to crawl between the sheets where my lover sleeps and she’s got it beat too i think this system as she sleeps i draw close to embrace her […]
read moreDinosauria, by Charles Bukowski Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break As political landscapes dissolve As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree As the oily fish spit out their oily prey As the sun is masked We are Born like this Into […]
read moreOLD MAN — 1971 I wonder what it would be like if this house was like it was in that picture I took of it in 1920 crisp and new if things were still like that the city was no more than a sleeping dream phantom then. The streets so quiet and subdued and routine […]
read moreLate at night all was silent in the neighborhood only the steady breathing beside the neighbors in their sleeping beds and they noticed the sounds again “Oh Jim, these last few months have been the happiest of my life!” “Yada yada, warden: Come in an’ get me! Hah hah hah hahahahah!” James Cagney? Edward G […]
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