Repeat. Repeat the show you’ve seen a million times. Repeat and pour yourself another. Repeat your good intentions. Repeat your abuses. Repeat your habits, the good, the bad, and the destructive. Repeat your favorite quotes and your favorite lines. It doesn’t annoy anyone. Repeat your gestures. Repeat your route to work. Repeat your politics, andContinue reading “Repeat”
Tag Archives: poems
The Oldies
The song that is playing reminds me of a long forgotten philosophy, a former method that was never lost because it never could be found. This is not literature from a street corner, nor is it a contrived notion to put meaning where it won’t belong. So easy to forget, too much to wonder, question,Continue reading “The Oldies”
Gaslight
Gaslight The online archives will serve as lessons in logic for our future Plato’s in training. Fallacy upon fallacy, legitimizing evil, demonizing the good, the innocent. Easier to do that than change. Human spirits trampled by intentions always unkind. Easier to torch the land than it is to water new seeds. The Greats plant seedsContinue reading “Gaslight”
Follow my Tik Tok & Patreon
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As It Is
As It Is https://jamesjjackson.com/2020/10/12/as-it-is/ — Read on jamesjjackson.com/2020/10/12/as-it-is/ Reblog of a poem I write in college.
The Weekly Protest | My Father and Charles Bukowski | James J Jackson on Patreon
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Relapse Dance
A poem about the fun side of addiction.
The Weekly Protest | Just Because You Said Something | James J Jackson on Patreon
I can post whatever I want. So, let me put what has been on my mind out into the ether, so I can get back to my Lebowski state of mind. — Read on http://www.patreon.com/posts/46086274
No Clear Way to Describe It
A poem from my wayward youth, when I used to ponder my existence.
Saxophone Ringing In My Ear
A poem, but not about tinnitus.
Statements of the Obvious
A poem for 2020.
To Be Called a Red
To transcend labels, this was my original life’s goal. To walk the path of life thinking about nothin but the soul. ____ But obsession with the soul, with meaning and existence, is a waste of breath and privilege, and all of it a heart blockage to resistance. ______ Then one day after much trial andContinue reading “To Be Called a Red”
Debt and Rent
Mudlung hacking on the street corner, chugging 40 ounces, half past curfew, He couldn’t pay the rent, He couldn’t pay his debt, Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. __ Onlyfans allowed in the room, 50 cents extra for a peak. SheContinue reading “Debt and Rent”
