by 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
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by 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 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 […]
read moreRio De Janeiro, 2009 crisis time 6 am deconstruction project of weird science coming up over this empire of ashes and ruin and rust this physical body getting heavier, denser, slower, dying. i crawl out of dreamspace to watch the sunrise coming up over abundent fields of churning waste and obsolete matter. light another cigarette. […]
read moreone house: three women and one cat they all have left their memories upon my shelves at one time or another– one took instant decaffeinated one took fresh ground one took vodka or whatever she could get they all took my love with a tear chaser the cat took tuna they all left their memories […]
read moreHere is a short piece from 1969, from an upcoming Collection of newly edited essays, poems and short stories by Jonathan Shaw. Stay tuned for more, which we will be posting as we dig them up from the catacombs. PITTSBURGH ZOO- The rains fell with blue force outside the aquarium. Down the street, Jeff and Howard were driving […]
read moreNEW YEARS — 1975 Oh I’ll run from the house of madness on a rainy night and down the slippery pavement laughing tears streaming with the rain god damn I’ll geta bottle and shake my wet body on strange doorsteps like a dog drip drip drip and i won’t be dead yeh! […]
read moreNEW YEARS Revelers reveling at dawn like new aged broken promises to a child wild eyed and wide open glowing like chinese fireworks in an abstract holy moment of perfect terror. Stark and amazing as a hand slap last year a mothers love lost like milk down a sewer in the parking lot of dreams. […]
read more“That which I supposed to be the road to Hell is lined with angels. That which appeared as sordid shadows indeed holds its beam of light. Upon that narrow beam, stretched out taut like a tightrope, we all balance. Umbrellas held high, step by step, fearless dancers teetering over the abyss. There below, a net […]
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