Born 6th in a family of twelve that began in Missouri, living in St. Louis, Kansas City, Independence, Imperial and Lincoln. The family later moved to Chanute, Kansas where my father began a bookstore called 'Ye olde bookstore'. Running from creditors, the family moved next to Mobile, Alabama where my father's parents lived.
Having moved five or six times within Mobile County, and attending... more »
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Jayl Morris Poems
I Missed Work Today
Outside I hear a barking dog I look and see but cats. There, where clouds used to be were piles of formal hats.
Oh what tragedy, tragedy gave. Fate playing in the street, trying so to dodge the tram.
The bud has come full bloom, and thorns and weeds make room. The clouds are passing and laughing with joy, the bud has come full bloom.
Upon the removal of my heart, before I've become all cut apart.
Christian, hold your soulful tongue. I'm not here to be, your quiet timid one.
Oh beautiful youth in no rush be, lest wonderful words be deceiving thee.
The Queen and I've been friends for years. Why, when she's troubled, I dry her tears. When she smiles, I know to smile. We've been friends for quite awhile.
The King's Conversion
Oh King, how far different from one another, art the things thou hast now done, and, but a short while before. That, now, having pronounced thyself a happy man,
How I wonder, what I came in here for.
Soldiers march en masse at dawn. recapture the city with forces strong. How came it all to be this way? Someone said said something, did something
The long lost poem
This is the poem that was never meant to be. I thought I'd put it on a boat and sent it out to sea.
So much beauty, so much love... Who will be my love?
This morning to my window came a bird with song and life. He lighted on my window pane,
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I Missed Work Today
Outside I hear a barking dog
I look and see but cats.
There, where clouds used to be
were piles of formal hats.
I turned on the radio
to drown out the noise
but, it only leaked puddles
of tiny, tiny boys.
I tried the tap
which dripped the blues
then, I combed my hair
with my shoes
I studied the mirror
and shaved my face
But, I ended up bare
in some other place.
Clearly today wasn't turning out
as I'd pictured in my head
so, I opened the door and walking out
dove right back into bed.