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18
Nov
10

fragment (4/11/10)

Every day,

As I slide the key

Into the ignition

To drive

Away,

My  mind

Stays

Home

With them

And her,

As she sleeps

Finally

During the day-

No longer at night-

Squirming,

Squealing,

Searching for a nipple.

 

(originally recorded as voice memo while driving to work- 4/11/10)

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

17
Aug
08

February 1, 1990

My mind

Is running around

Loose of its roots.

Bouncing off the walls of my head.

Strange how it seems to be all alone,

But I know that something else runs around in there.

Maybe that is why my mind runs so,

If it stops moving

Maybe this other thing

In my head

Will catch it and eat it…

Every soft juicy morsel of my mind

As if it were a well cooked crustacean,

Being devoured by a hungry old man.

Strange how it runs…

17
Aug
08

Pay stub poem- 3/21/90

This poem was written on the back of a paycheck stub ($5.15/hr) because when the poem came to me, I had nothing else to write on. A friend of mine later turned it into a song and used to perform it at open mic performances.

Paystub poem- 3/21/90

Paystub poem- 3/21/90

The bottom of the check stub, below the poem, has two magazines I sent the poem to… both politely declined to print it.

For those who can’t read the terrible handwriting, here’s the poem-

She turned to walk away

And she couldn’t see

The tears in his eyes

Or the pain in his soul.

It was the longest walk

She would ever take,

As she crossed the room

To the door.

He was blind

To the swelling

Hurt in her breaking heart,

So they were both

Ignoring the other’s burden,

Failing to see

Any other side.

He felt his heart beating in his hands

And when he opened them

He found nothing but cool emptiness,

As tears streamed down his face.

She couldn’t see my pain

And I refused hers

Because I was blind

To everything but my own loneliness.

17
Aug
08

July 17, 1989

The first poem in the first dedicated writing journal I created. The title of that first book; Thoughts and Verse- The Beginning of the End.
July 17, 1989

July 17, 1989

You almost can’t tell I was only 19 when I wrote that. Almost.




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