I've awoken
sweaty and
star lit
from foggy dreams
with head
on sorrow stained pillow
tears of morning
weeping down
window panes
and all the suffering
of the world
is right there
on my eyelids
so what do you do
brew another
cup of coffee
watch the sun
rise up and shine
on a bunch of
other sad fools
coming and going
this way and that
and nobody knows
the score
just a long commute
traffic of souls
holes in shoes
and newspapers
that don't exist anymore
running headlines
about our demise.
©Jake St. John
BIO:
Jake St. John lives in the woods on the edge of the Salmon River. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Lips Leave Scars (with Jenn Knickerbocker, Whiskey City Press, 2023) Ring of Fog (Holy and Intoxicated Publications, 2022), Night Full of Diamonds (Whiskey City Press, 2021), and Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019). He is the editor of Elephant and is considered an original member of the New London School of poetry. His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world.
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