Jon Edward Walker

Jon Edward Walker Poems

you with the blonde hair
who smoked too much weed
you were my favorite.
High on cough syrup

you're covered in bruises
and dark circles adorn both eyes
I overhear you say your name
and I feel your laughter

I really do hate the world
all the world
except the girls
or at least their

I find it funny
watching and hearing others
complain of hangovers
I’m always hungover or drunk

In faraway land lies
my dignity.
My shame and love
dance together

I feel funny
parts of me are squishy like bread dough
and others hard like a fence post
some are stringy and taught

It will be a small flat,
with a decent view
of downtown

It was me,
I raped you in the bathroom
of the gymnasium
after the rave.


my friends a junkie now
one year ago he
was a husband
with a 2 year old kid

I look forward to you living with me
I’m excited, scared and eager,
I love you
I just hope that’s enough

I wash my dishes
and clean both the kitchen
and the bathroom
even the green film

I sit here,
not alone,
so amazed at the
purity of the piano,

I met a girl yesterday
hefty voluptuous with
beautiful eyes,
an engaging personality

there is no hope at all
and you still try
still move on,

I dreamt last night
of the girl whom I’m infatuated;
the poet, shy but not meek
sweet, kind


funny how incredibly
rude women can be to each other
one day, then
best friends the next

I still taste wine on my breath
it’s sour now
not the sweet bliss
it was yesterday

I could be alone
like you,
I could be strong,
like you

That cypress boat is drifting,
drifting with the flow:
fretful, fretful, I cannot sleep,
as if from a painful grief,

A gay man slept in my bed last night
he was reading comic books last I remember
before falling asleep
we’ll not really reading, just looking at the pictures.

Jon Edward Walker Biography

I'm a single father, I don't own a gun.I drive an '84 subaru. I go to college in Missoula Montana sometimes. I prefer Jameson over JD. I like Jack Londen, John Fante, Charles Bukowski, Paul Bowles, Iassic Asimov, William Blake, Dylan Thomas, Kurt Vonnegut, James Clavell, David Eggers, and David Eddings. I love mountain bikes, hiking, camping, backpacking, and absolutely adore sex. God made no pleasure finer. I tried to kill myself once and obviously failed, I have 2 dui's 1 felony and my father's an ex-preacher (lost his liscence for sleeping with the secretary) Sometimes I sleep too much, sometimes not enough usually depending on my level of sobriety, right now I'm not sleeping enough. This just in: I just finished a three year deferred sentence and a lengthy court battle, I now have O felonies and only 1 DUI. :))

The Best Poem Of Jon Edward Walker

I Don'T Even Remember Your Name

you with the blonde hair
who smoked too much weed
you were my favorite.
High on cough syrup
I asked you to be my girl
told you I was thinking about
another town
a new start
but if you’d be my girl,
I’d stay
you agreed and we played in the park
that night for hours,
kissing and building miniature
stick houses
it took us half and hour maybe
to cross the bridge
and those Christians
slowed to walk with and
talk with us
they wanted us to know
that they cared
if you read this I want you to know
that I still care
you were always my favorite.

Jon Edward Walker Comments

Joy Vanderhelm 21 January 2006

I find your work amusing, dark, gritty, drunkenly hilarious (with or without the drink) and absolutely chock full of talent. Often some of the greatest artists attribute their amazing talents to the influences of other greats that came before them. But, you should know, you have more than enough talent to stand alone, indeed, to positively thrive in the public realm of published works. You're definitely one of the few poets here that I gladly make repeat visits to.

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Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler 07 December 2005

i've read your entire catalogue, and must say you have the heart and mind of a poet and write some strong and impressive work. it struck me how heavily you rely on Bukowski to find your angles and words, which isn't so bad. but Bukowski's already been those dark places, done all that. a poet with as much talent as you have really should consider finding his own voice and his own words. trust me, there is a slew of Chinaski clones out there trying to carry his torch. but the man is dead, his torch has been buried with him. you're already off to a great great start. keep writing, you've got a fan here. Jake

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Mary Nagy 02 November 2005

Jon, I really have been enjoying your poems. I appreciate the honesty you write with. Your bio. is a poem in itself! Very interesting. I look forward to reading more from you. Sincerely, Mary

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