(by Daniel R. Jones)
My God, my God,
Why have I forsaken you?
(by Daniel R. Jones)
My God, my God,
Why have I forsaken you?
(by Daniel R. Jones)
This morning is filled with yellow light
and singing sparrows
and all that poetry-fodder.
But really, I’d rather take a walk,
so sorry, I can’t be bothered.
(by Daniel R. Jones)
Elsewhere,
J. Alfred Prufrock asks
Do I dare
Disturb the multiverse?
The multiverse retorts:
You do.
And you do not.
You have.
And you have not.
(by Daniel R. Jones)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
who’s the fairest of them all?
Devoid of magic looking glass
I see myself each time I ask.
When I go, I’ll go
like the pin-oak
in the front yard:
litter the Earth with
pieces of myself;
loose-leaf proofs
I existed.
(by Daniel R. Jones)
“Wherever you find yourself today,
no matter the place or time of day,
speak and He hears every word you say.”
At least, that’s how I was taught to pray.
Now they say the same about the NSA.
I wish for a life of springtime and fall,
beginnings and endings
no middles at all
“With each morning’s cock-crow
I rise and feed His sheep.
I’d be lying if I said
that sound didn’t haunt me still.”
[Note: This poem originally ran in the literary journal Parody Poetry on Oct. 31, 2016]
(by Daniel R. Jones)
With apologies to William Carlos Williams.
so much depends
upon
a brash, portly
editor
and whether he’s
eaten
before he reads my
poem.