My eyes,
Like any other eyes
Staring at the window
In the loneliest of bus rides-
The long way home.

I travel
Like paired green wings
Of a quetzal,
Like vagrant leaves
Led to be nostalgic
To a neighbouring dead tree:
I am the memory
Of my shattered heart.

Through idle times like this one,
I recall myself staring at you-
Un-captured by your smile, your lips,
Your scent,
But instead
Your eyes open for me,
Making me feel the movement of the Earth,
The breath of God.
But I only look at them
Because
That's just what is life for me,
Only because--

One is reminded of hoping
When you are lifting your eyelids.
One is reminded of dreams
By the closure of your eyes.
But when my eyes close
And suddenly reopen,
I tell you:
One is reminded...
...of missing you.

© 2010 J.S.P.

Hello friends
Hello neighbors!

I’m here to tell you about an amazing new product
That comes in a variety of flavors.
For a limited time only, it’s totally free!
So if you want to try some I’ll wave all your fees.

It works for your kids
It works on your spouse
If used correctly
It might even clean your house!

Your troubles are over
Your marriage restored
It’s true my friends!
But you can’t find it in stores.

It improves bad grades
And cleans out gutters
It makes you stronger
And makes you stand out to others!

You’ll be smarter and faster
If you just give it a try
It’s true indeed my friends
Now let me tell you why

This fool proof phenomenon
That’s sweeping the nation
Is made of two parts hard work
And two parts determination!

Sapped to a pastel
against the brightly colored world
(I'd rather live in dreams about you).
I've started taking things that aren't mine
to feel closer to memory.
All pale pinks of my skin
washed in the greens of your eyes.
The bonfires I build, the misty greys I exhale
are all smoke signals to you
across the world.
*Come home to me;
you are a home to me.

-         imagination              -
in a boundless mind endless
-          possibilities              -