Jon Thomas Poems

The heroes symptoms seem to clash with the national flag thus full and flowing. A clear plastic bag stuck to a pole at half mass in an abandoned strip mall parking lot. Dirty hobo travel kids prowl through dumpsters out back looking for our meds that we burn on spoons. Gnarled belly's speak to each other ignored by their masters. Call the dealership and tell them I'll have all the fixings. Table for one! I shook winter's crystals to melt as summer was pressed to the land with a kiss. Red registers within swollen pupils an sweated brow. Both hot and flush. And flush! Paramedic waiter's beat down stall doors to pump holocaustal body's full of naloxone. To (TRANS) port thin place them in pandemic beds where as soon as we're able to walk again we pass the check over on the way out of America's medical hotel's. The disease every bit as deadly as the virus. One a heart wrenching monster to the citizenship the other pulled from ally's and dilapidated buildings were taggers graffiti is the only thing to see you O.D. x! x
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It is with half a heat that I pin these words to page with prose a poem writ. Times waxing candle wanes. The flame flickering upon the walls are memory's spent with you. Our life like that of a mountain lake the year's waves lapping against the shore. Trails through the wooded surround our adventures some trodden well yet most untouched. O much a boil of life seeing our children at play. I must tell you I am jealous. Every morning while sleep still touches your face as your breathe rolls over my chest that moment is mine and no other's. My spindly arms seem a week earthly tether to hold such an angel upon an eiderdown feathered pillow. (En passant) you captured me though you didn't know it. Chess being a game as is also said of love my queen you will forever be. Untill we are together again my heart shall be twain the better half you carry there within your own chest.
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