Jonathan Land Poems

I have heard the screams
of millions
in complete
disharmony
...

And you would pause
in the middle of the letter,
and hold the pen in awe,
and the ink would flow freely,
...

Close your eyes
lightly and completely
watch the insides
of your eyelids.
...

There is a
strom brewing, child.
Do not grace me with
disbelief in your eyes,
...

A slow drink
A pillow unturned for a while,
maybe a little too long
A portrait of a sad girl I
...

The basics are:
Sleep, eat, shower, write
...

A quiet musing with you
in front of the fireplace,
sipping wine,
would surely lead to
...

Yes, just go on
smoking that cigarette,
little girl on the wall.
Your big and innocent
...

I would
sing myself to sleep
if I did not already know
I would be so enchanted
...

With every passing day
I grow
not older
but all the more myself
...