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Apr
09

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The watery hiss

Of wet tires

Creeps in

Through the open window,

As I sit

In the near dark

Of my tiny apartment

Listening

To the rare rain

Of a Southern California spring.

The light from outside

Strikes the floor

In slices,

Coming through the blinds

And the spotted window.

From time to time,

The Friday night

Footsteps

Click and shuffle

On the wet sidewalk

And umbrellas,

Pulled from hibernation

In forgotten closets,

Cover two heads

From the drizzling sky.

Timothy Vance Jackson

April 10, 2009

11
Apr
09

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It’s a surreal experience

To fold and put away

My daughter’s laundry

When she is not here

With me,

But is with her mother

Instead.

And in my bedroom,

In a neatly folded pile,

A few pieces

Of my girlfriend’s clothes

Sit waiting,

Like me,

For her return-

The delicate

Pieces of lace and silk

Beside the jeans

And the sweaters.

I miss them both

And yet

They still have a very real presence in my cramped little world.

In so many ways

It makes complete sense

That the women  I love

Are not here-

The poetic irony

Is rich

And certainly does not go unnoticed

Or un-felt.

Timothy Vance Jackson

April 10, 2009

11
Apr
09

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My feelings and thoughts

Are

Complicated

By clouds

Of doubt

And fear

And worry.

It’s often like this

When my daughter is gone

To be with her mother,

And I am alone

To sit in the dark

And listen to music

In an attempt to drown out the voices that question each move and decision

Of my life.

The questions

About why

My life

Has been marked

By two divorces

Before the age of forty,

Why

I feel that I can

Take the risk

To love again,

Or why I’ve never

Found that elusive “grown up” phase of my life.

When her voice

Is gone

From my home

And I sit

Here

Alone,

I become

Like the stereotypical

Family dog-

Chewing on its tail

Until it bleeds

And the plastic cone

Is pulled out from the hall closet

And snapped into place

Around my neck

To keep me

From eating myself

Alive.

Timothy Vance Jackson

April 10, 2009

11
Apr
09

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The running

Water

Of the fish tank

Adds

A subtle distraction

From the music

In the background,

Keeping me

Here

On the ground

Rather than floating

Away

To some other

Place

Away

From here.

Timothy Vance Jackson

April 10, 2009

08
Apr
09

Recovery

I hadn’t realized that

Recovery

Means many more things

Than I thought-

I didn’t know

What it was

That I didn’t know.

Simply

Feeling better

Isn’t enough

And isn’t

The answer

Or the end of the question.

Going back

Without fear

Or hesitation

And returning

To that happiness

Is

As important

As the bones healing

And the muscles

Regaining strength.

Closing the last gap

In the circle

Is not

Just about

Returning,

But also of living.

Timothy Vance Jackson

April 7, 2009




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