A new poem. (For G)

There are still less thoughts to have in peace with confusion-
the words are All the same because I can't think of any other-
words to say the same damn thing.
The impulse to just scream my fool head off hasn't gone
away I've just gotten used to it.
If there is a way over it- I have not found it- for me
around is just going to have to do.

When I count on my hand the things I really care
about- I only need one. If I can see it- why can't
I reach it. How hard can it be anyway? So it was
a dream I took way past dawn, just so I could see
the mess this is who I've become- where I am- who I
care for- and the rest. There was then- I remember clearly
-for me- that will just have to do



An impulse to cry with people I hold makes me wonder-
am I just that pathetic so much I see water and when
it rains it can only be tears.
Did I, miss just one point along the way or was the joke
on going too high brow for me? I was not the question
I misunderstood I'm sure- but the framing there-
as I continue not to answer.

Storms do rise then fade- into tomorrow to seek the dream
worried finally and completely about timeliness in charge
arriving as I go. How hard was this.
The volume of my words are there without the need to scream they
as I scream no misunderstanding. Ignored. Overwhelmed no
fall I fade back to the flowers I wished for, now have planted
around, this will do. And also with you.

Jere '06

12:59 pm sjt Quality Hill Park 10-19-06

There are still less thoughts to have in peace with confusion-
the words are All the same because I can't think of any other-
words to say the same damn thing.
The impulse to just scream my fool head off hasn't gone
away I've just gotten used to it.
If there is a way over it- I have not found it- for me
around is just going to have to do.

When I count on my hand the things I really care
about- I only need one. If I can see it- why can't
I reach it. How hard can it be anyway? So it was
a dream I took way past dawn, just so I could see
the mess this is who I've become- where I am- who I
care for- and the rest. There was then- I remember clearly
-for me- that will just have to do



An impulse to cry with people I hold makes me wonder-
am I just that pathetic so much I see water and when
it rains it can only be tears.
Did I, miss just one point along the way or was the joke
on going too high brow for me? I was not the question
I misunderstood I'm sure- but the framing there-
as I continue not to answer.

10-25-06

Storms do rise then fade- into tomorrow to seek the dream
worried finally and completely about timeliness in charge
arriving as I go. How hard was this.
The volume of my words are there without the need to scream they
as I scream no misunderstanding. Ignored. Overwhelmed no
fall I fade back to the flowers I wished for, now have planted
around, this will do. And also with you.

Jere '06

untitled, unfinished 10-19-06

12:59 pm sjt Quality Hill Park 10-19-06



There are still less thoughts to have in peace with confusion-

the words are All the same because I can't think of any other-

words to say the same damn thing.

The impulse to just scream my fool head off hasn't gone

away I've just gotten used to it.

If there is a way over it- I have not found it- for me

around is just going to have to do.



When I count on my hand the things I really care

about- I only need one. If I can see it- why can't

I reach it. How hard can it be anyway? So it was

a dream I took way past dawn, just so I could see

the mess this is who I've become- where I am- who I

care for- and the rest. There was then- I remember clearly

-for me- that will just have to do



An impulse to cry with people I hold makes me wonder-

am I just that pathetic so much I see water and when

it rains it can only be tears.

Did I, miss just one point along the way or was the joke

on going too high brow for me? I was not the question

I misunderstood I'm sure- but the framing there-

as I continue not to answer.



Jere.

Untitled, unfinished, 10-05-06

When my mind wanders inside out-
I have no right to look surprised.
Though it happens all the time
it seems to me reason to hide
And I open the door to you-
you smile then walk right in
Make yourself at home- need a beer?
my friend- it's great that you're here.

For my whole life- I have been here-
not just waiting, but making ready
to dive into- a moment like this.

Please now feel free to be you-
Because it's all I'll ever need, from you. ('from- out of')

Maybe my World is a bit of a wreck-
I am still growing at my age.
Maybe there's a question here-
You are just dieing to ask-
I will open my book to you.
Fill me with peace and know that you mean it.
Be your dream I already believe it.
my friend- it's great that you're here.

Jere '06