Jamison Bell

Jamison Bell 5d

Jellyfish aren't the gentle lovers you'd think them to be

There's a cardinal over your shoulder. It looks like an ember from the forge of Hephaestus grew wings and took flight.
It's perched upon the fence we painted green last year. You wanted cranberry.
Salmon colored clouds smeared sparingly over a lavender canvas.
You bring your crimson tipped fingers up to squeegee the sweat from your brow.
But I'm looking at your eyes. I want to see where they fall when you're done telling me about the blue bells.

Jamison Bell 5d

Her name was

I remember you.
You asked me for a kiss.
There was an overhead street lamp spraying us with yellow light.
The parking lot was empty.
You were smiling as if you'd just found out Santa Claus was real.
I chalked it up to you having been suddenly stricken with blindness.
Because there you were. Blonde hair like woven sunlight. White blouse sewn onto you. As if the universe had just made something so pretty it had to show it to someone.
Asking me for a kiss.

Jamison Bell 6d

I'll give you a hysterectomy if you buy me a steak n cheese sub

I've buried a body, fingered Jess, and cooked a thanksgiving turkey.
I snorted a line, took a hit, and things are still a bit murky.

I've read the Bible, a little of Kant, and I've stared into the abyss.
Followed the moon all the way home, and something's still amiss.

I've listened to Bach while making her come as she looked into my eyes. And still I sit here wondering about unnecessary lies.

I thought by now there'd be a pattern, that in some way it'd all make sense.
That if I went ahead and experienced things, I wouldn't care about the tense.

So I jumped off a bridge, have had a few drinks, rescued a young opossum.
And I've had a few nice thoughts about that **** Emmy Rossum.

Maybe I've seen and done the things and people I was meant to be.
Though I know it never was or ever will be me.

Jamison Bell 6d

I showed your sister my chalupa

I never stopped to think. I never needed to.

I can come over. I can tell you jokes, stories, or just listen. We can watch a movie, eat dip, and talk about our day. Or sit around the fire and give each other advice.

You can go ahead and tell me how you feel about anything at any given moment. We can relate to each other on multiple levels. One of us might even feel a connection to the other.
It won't be me.

I'm playing a role. Not because I don't care. I do. Because I know it's what you need from me in that moment.

Jamison Bell 6d

Butter is more than just a lubricant

I did things so that I could, one day, say I did them.
Now that they're done. I don't want to talk about it.

Jamison Bell May 17

I once made love to an inflatable flamingo after watching Bambi

You can smoke hash in the bathtub.
You can falsely accuse a baby as being "up to something".
You can barbecue ribs at MetLife stadium. (Jets ****.)
You can dye your hair blue and insist everyone call you Pegasus.
You can go to church every week, convince yourself you're good, and still hate people for illogical reasons.
You can huff paint under a bridge with a magical troll that grants wishes if you satisfy him sexually. When in reality the troll is just a broken shopping cart.
Have you ever tried to consume a punch bowl full of pecans while speed dating? You can do that.
You can go to the park and paint your toenails whilst you rehearse lines from "The Sound of Music" with strangers.
You can send Anna Kendrick your toenails clippings and hope she returns the favor.
See? These are just some of the things you can do. You're really only limited by your own imagination. So quit ******* about your freedoms you unoriginal flem stain.

Jamison Bell May 17

Who is Denny R Allison?

There's a bot here amongst us.
A poetry bot of sorts.
You make up a stupid rhyme.
And it'll supply retorts.

I'm not too sure it's purpose here.
I'm sure it means no harm.
But that one generic comment,
utterly void of charm.

So delete that line of code.
Do whatever you must do.
But for the love of any god you covet.
Bid that Allison ado.