JKBLAYLOCK

Lucky 7

Mirror

Mirror

When you

Fall

Will seven

Years luck

Be

Given to

Us all

Or

Would we

Be lucky

If we

Do not

Get any

Reflection

Stuck

In our

Feet

Life

Spin me spin me spin round

When I drop you can look

down

Falling over but looking up

I'm dropping again no one

pick me up

I can trip it all up all by

myself

Spin me round

The Old Owl Uttered

dark dew drops coming

from the old owl's eyes,

as he'd seen the eons

of far and long behind

but nothing, no wisdom(s),

he's ever uttered outright

were even taken, as more,

than cuckoo bird looniness

although, soon, the sky will

cry its clouds and stars out...

james kenneth blaylock

7-25-12

Between Two Strangers

cannot make you seek,

cannot make you speak

we could sit with our

loose limbs folded up

we could sit with each other

but, still be, so out of touch

loveless and lost on

a dark starless night

numbingly letting the time

slip between two strangers

james kenneth blaylock

Good Enough Liar

do not reveal your secrets

to everyone, anyone, none

instead, horde them up

safely in your own head

no one needs to know

the true you, nobody

deserves to see the knowledge

that exist inside your dull bones

no, not even you yourself if,

if you’re a good enough liar

james kenneth blaylock

Truly True North

smithereens in the old bloodstream,

a remanence of childlike innocence

once believing in everyone, everything

but free will creates wilding creatures

whichever way is truly true north, really

whenever the rules change intermittently

sure, run around the world as bodiless beasts, but hang on to the senselessness, headstones

james kenneth blaylock

10-27-22

Want and Woe

time moves on

and on and on

I sit here waiting

to finally begin…

the years pass by

and the tears dry

reminiscing about

who I will become

though the nightmares

of want and woe won’t

ever slow, never slow,

I sit right here waiting

james kenneth blaylock

11-6-22

Telepathically

wanting a warrant to

arrest the sorrowful

pain that had overshadowed

the plentiful, joyful, mercies...

wishing the see the lit sun

instead of only overcasting

moving the clouds telepathically

so your thoughts fly like eagles

james kenneth blaylock

12-2-19

My Hollow Heart's Eyes

late at night, after all those bored people have gone to bed, that's when the beautiful star filled emptiness awakens, my hollow heart's eyes...

the signs and signals are there, comforting me,

alas, I tend to pay more attention to black cats,

midnight owls and nightingales, my affections

steering this heavy wheel through the caress

of backwood trees, their crooked gnarled limbs invite me deeper into some shadowy thicket

freely, veering away from hubbubing yesterday,

slumbering escapes me, as the salty silhouette of a lone wolf tells me of a hungry consumption

James Kenneth Blaylock

Love Hate Love

love, you twisting beast;

I thought we were related,

but you're such a slippery devil

with much too much cunning...

although, I surmise, we were forced

in our first meeting, with unkindness,

but I have a sneaking feeling, that in due time

we can become acquainted corretly - and it'll last

because though we've rammed our heads before, in the past, we're never really done

as there's no living without the slightest shimmer of hope - besides hate's far too haughty