Jon Edward Walker Poems

one thirty in the afternoon
I call her phone
and ask her to breakfast,
she hurries to the diner
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a critic once called
Bukowski
Morrison and
Eddie Vedder
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I’m tired of humans
I need a new race
the shape form and function
are fine
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Peaceful days and nights
come upon me like a storm
as the tornado of weeks
and months follow
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I didn’t drink for four days
every day at exactly four pm
I came down with a painful
headache
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Explosive citrus balls
hang from the limbs
of wrath
supported by the trunk
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at work
I was asked to teach
another man whose been
there two months how to make pizza’s
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he snapped and lashed wishing
he wasn't chained
to a tree.
I sat down cross legged
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I listen to a drama major
say she doesn't know any
playwrights
I ask about Sophocles and
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Karma cuddles with her mother’s belly
stretch marked though it is she hangs it uncaringly
out from underneath her hoodie
while the pit bull
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