Wednesday, September 9, 2020

Remains by Jake St. John

The sun recedes
like my hair line
my joints tighten
like the hangman's noose
before executing dreams
youthful shadows
collapse
after a long days work
and fall across
broken sidewalks
that lead nowhere
neighborhoods
boarded up
by lack of attention
with keys
still in the door
bones at a desk
ground to dust
by clocks
while curtains blow
in empty rooms
like white flags
surrendering
to the armies
of history.



Jake St. John spends nights in a fort on the edge of the woods.  He is the author of several collections of poetry including Snow Moon (Holy & Intoxicated Publications, 2019), Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019) and Working Man’s Odyssey (Analog Submission Press, 2018). His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world.








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