Joey Jones Poems
My Tears Are Ink
My tears are ink for the lines I write
about this friend I miss this night
a soul to which my spirit rhymed
couplets were we, perfectly timed.
Alone I am now, a single line of verse
penned deeply in melancholies curse
an endless caesura placed in the way
between my tomorrow and my yesterday
As these tears dry about the friend I adore
I know about him I can compose no more
with my life's own story I must move on
renewing myself with the breaking dawn
His memory I shall forever find here
within this poem written with my tears.
Pyres Of Apathy
The timeless predator now lacks for teeth
for I long to embrace its dark caress
fearing not the finality of its kiss
nor the fleeting of my final breath.
Its dominion is now betrayed
for I strip it of its authority
by surrendering to the struggle
and smiling at the coming death.