Jason Pacheco

Rookie - 0 Points (June 29,1977 / Fall River, Massachusetts)

Seven Four Five - Poem by Jason Pacheco

Some kind of mumbling out
In the hall.
A Multi-language hum from one,
To another,
With the smell of my cat.
I can see the large cross on top of Notre Dame.
Lots of vibrations mixed here,
Shifting from a shape called Earth.
This city is a collage of warped life,
Burned by a hypocritical sun.

Shaving as well as the daily rinse off.
I want to smoke,
To release some dirt.
There are barbed wire fences
Tied to the veins in my body.
Waiting for A-man to bring the Smurf houses,
Of the Holy.
The waiting game is the hardest part.
Already made a few calls.
Don't want to be a pain,
It ruins the glory that comes with the expansion.

Let freedom ring.
Happy Birthday America, you crab you.
Waiting……
Took an excursion,
Prepared salad,
Dig?

Ate down some pies,
Now the movement is great.
The movement.

Clowned webs cover the sidewalks,
Pleasant Street is crimped.
A Cambodian woman has vanished into the wall.
There is no shovel here,
To condense the smitten turnstile.
I repent and consent for a dashboard to pounce on,
Or, a talon to pick an itch on my organ topper.
There is only this corridor,
Leading to seasons with doorways to other seasons.
Minions,
A suffered minion takes a hand towards the sun and hopes that it will come close enough to warm my dreams.
My dreams, My dreams.

So,
No parts lofty,
I sense the Lord!
The world seams thick
With milkshake winds,
Could it be a boo in a who?
Who knew?
This place is a zoo.
Notes ring out in my head,
Symphonic sonic hum.
Enough.


Comments about Seven Four Five by Jason Pacheco

  • Silver Star - 3,035 Points Paul Sebastian (3/20/2014 8:03:00 AM)

    Living each day is well capsulated. Good write. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,570 Points Naveed Khalid (3/20/2014 4:26:00 AM)

    All thumbs up for 745. The first stanza stands apart, leads me down that road rony, rony with such applause! a grab of collage in Hades of a star, burns through haystack of woods... Happy I that A-man holy enough to sense the Lord! Often I've heard of such vile talk at Billy tea house, a girl behind the counter, still checking in with those tickets at Westernly Coffee shop, old Morris car in the garage, can have no repair, the letter box is empty, the first morning news...the spotty dog sniffing of smokey cans from a drop of vintage, cooled in the morning sun, enough! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,292 Points Kevin Patrick (3/26/2013 8:22:00 PM)

    This was absolutely brilliant, the imagery was thought provoking and the language was witty and spontaneous, it ebbed with lots of power a big 10 up (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,397 Points Anthony Di''anno (3/19/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    I like this a lot Jason. It's edgy. It's clever. It covers a lot of ground and it's unafraid. All essential ingredients in the making of a great poem and poet.
    I'm off to read your other stuff. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 125 Points Romeo Della Valle (2/19/2012 4:41:00 PM)

    Impressive! I like this well elaborated write that is enriched with a reservoir of well phrased words and making this amazing write a powerful one.10+++ Thank you for sharing! WELCOME! to the Poetry World! This write clearly shows your potential in the Poetry World! Keep it up and give us some more! I will be by your side when needed! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!

    http: //www.romeodellavalle.com (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, February 20, 2012


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