Jacob Bearer Poems
|1.||Mmpi Psychological Evaluation||7/9/2012|
|3.||Twenty-One Years Old||7/9/2012|
|6.||Dear Drs. Fisher & Buigues||7/9/2012|
|7.||Evolution Ultra Lounge||7/9/2012|
|9.||Holiest Of Shotgun Weddings||7/9/2012|
|10.||In B.V.I. Time||7/9/2012|
|13.||Milk Of Salvation||7/9/2012|
|15.||The Dust Of Winter||7/9/2012|
|16.||The Existentialist Club||7/9/2012|
|17.||While Cleaning My Room To Leave For Philly||7/11/2012|
|24.||Green Pimpled Spring||7/9/2012|
Comments about Jacob Bearer
I remember being under my Power Rangers comforter
in the darkness,
and clutching what was left of my teddy bear -
his stuffed stiff arms out in surrender to the pain.
Through the creak wood floor and black wires
my mom surged with that maternal fire, that alone
can say, "They are MY kids, too, DAMMIT! "
slamming shut kitchen cupboard doors that then unseal themselves
because the landlord layered flat eggshell white over white
like the earth's crust hiding its gravel mantle,
hiding its core made brilliant flame from pressures deep
that can ...
Widow Margret told her beads
on her husband's creaky porch
over 5 O'clock Coffee each morning.
That black and white photograph
of her and her husband, peered
at her from the lamp stand.
The Welcome mat outside, unworn