Jay Reynolds Poems

A gentle rain
through the
pines
...

at times we
suffer
are lonely
hate
...

Let me tell you a story about
Loneliness
She once resided in a
very
...

It's not about
you

It's not about
...

Coltrane's eerie
Saxophone plays
Notes of Death
...

ego
has become
an
over used
...

Felt the sound
of
one hand clapping
right
...

Indeed
I know
you
and you
...

I am this
I am that

I am nothing
...

you ask
how is silence
death
...