there he is again
that man
standing at my window
he looks almost
...
as the boy and the girl ran out
from their station wagon,
the beach was happy.
it was happy to have their small footprints upon it,
...
i wonder along in the jungle grass.
insects tickle my palms.
here you laugh
and i'm certain i'll scare you.
...
i remember grown men
telling tales
around an open fire.
they told me not to stay up late.
...
in her youngest days
she carried me
like a heavy burden.
a knife in her lower back.
...
PLEASE READ: My name is Nathan Parker, long time friend of Jude Cullup. Jude was born in Manchester, England and grew up as an only child. He began writing when he was 16 after dropping out of school. He began working in a ship yard at a nearby town and wrote poems and articles for magazines. One of his poems is even read at the beginning of a movie here in the U.S., though I am not certain of the film's title. I went to school with him until he dropped out. He was a very charismatic and intelligent person. Always making people laugh. He never failed to throw a witty comment into any conversation. Jude shot himself on December 19th of 2011 due to his loneliness and depression after the disappearance of his mother, whom to this day, has not been found. He had just turned 23 years old. He often complained of the dullness in our society and the way no one would ever make sense of him. I now live in the U.S. and want his poems to be known, so I have created a profile for him on this site. Thank you for reading about my friend Jude and I hope you enjoy his passages.)
Man Outside My Window
there he is again
that man
standing at my window
he looks almost
as sad as i
i lend him my hand
to grasp
clenching tight
we lock eyes
like two soldiers
just before
battle
he disappears
and i know he was
the future ghost
of me.