I sit here beer in hand as the charcoal’s pillow of smoke dances in the wind, sometimes hitting me in the eye, but I don’t mind the sting. _ The smoke twirling in the summer breeze and the smokey tears fogging my vision remind me of my teenage years when I angstfully babbled on andContinue reading “Barbacue”
“Poetry is generally very dull, very pretentious. Those who say the poet is a very private and very precious person I don’t agree with. Generally, he’s just some dumb fiddling asshole, writing insecure lines that don’t come through, believing he’s immortal [and] waiting for his immortality, which never arrives because the poor fucker just can’tContinue reading “The Weekly Protest – Leave Poetry to the Experts | James J Jackson on Patreon”
a poem about why you should take my old work with a grain of salt
The Teacher As Poet Content’s production, Ease of mind and constant rush, Narcotic ease, And still the voices don’t stop. Stagnation is a creative mind’s enemy, as is cowardice. We are our words, our letters and symbols. Intentions mean nothing when they fail, Yet success is still a subjective term. I am responsible for theContinue reading “The Teacher As Poet, a Poem (obviously)”
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Gimmicks and affectations are no replacements for personality and struggle. Bullies will still graduate and get jobs they don’t deserve. Your hero is a fraud, and their heroes were the villians. So what does that make you? You are more than what you say and type, but you are only what you do.
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There once was a young boy, a sweet, but different kid, who was taunted and bullied and he didn’t always handle it well. There weren’t buzzwords like “cancel culture” or “safe space” when the boy was growing up, so his bullies never got canceled, and the boy, despite the torture, never really needed a “safeContinue reading “Safe Space, a poem”
Get up, eat. Drink some speed. Get on the rat race’s beat. Out the door, you proceed, just another person in the street. Not an inch of power to concede. Show up, sign the sheet, like the faceless hog decreed, and with pay, you can’t compete. Day in and out, at a painful speed, destroyContinue reading “A Villanelle For Capital”
A poem for accountants with red umbrellas.
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”
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”