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jonah gustafson Poems
Fishing For Love
Endless; my search for true love Shallow; my heart floats above. Fishing for love on an open sea
Layer my life upon sediments of rust Among my friends, among the rest Together, viewed; together we are. Together, viewed; together we are.
Beside my foot, a wedged print. A track of my own. A future disaster. God, let me fall.
Braided beauty closely hugs hardened body tightly tugs soulless shadow in the light silence says he lost the fight
Harmless moment, Safe, seasoned breeze Tickles my soul as I stare Aimed away from smog
Darkness, My Bride
Standing alone with my nose turned up Sitting awake in my bed Pouring a glass; a half empty cup Pouring my glass till I’m dead
Tattoo on a Dead Body
Tattoo on a dead body Pointless scar on a buried billboard Vintage expression six feet under Of a decaying hopeful’s fossilized dreams
I’ll walk until my feet will bleed I’ll walk until they burn I’ll walk alone so I can lead Because that’s all I’ve earned
Look at the statue So proud and brave The city’s tattoo He’s all the rave
Wind is your only friend; It moves you from your place But there is no time to spend; Just keeping at it’s pace
My Place in The Fire
Open my mind; Open it to see. A world of visions that aren’t kind, But kind enough for me.
The Future of Society
It seems as though these promises leak through my empty skin A shallow heart’s familiar song sings to show my sin An honest breath unannounced might break me from my root But for now, and history, this world I will pollute
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Fishing For Love
Endless; my search for true love
Shallow; my heart floats above.
Fishing for love on an open sea
Imprisoned by lust, I want to be free
My line is all tangled on a rock it must be
Or maybe a weed, or maybe a tree
I tug and I pull to banish the hurt-
To get rid of the pain that taught me to flirt
To be free of the torment of trials of tantrum
To break out of the bars and see through this phantom
But my line pulls back and breaks the pole
But my heart uncorked, unveiling a hole
A hole with no filler, a soul with no mate
A boat with no tiller, a ...