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Jack Joseph : Writing

A walk in the Park.

A walk in the Park.

A Poem by Jack Joseph


Were all doomed to dreams of soaring though the stars while naked, sweating through already soiled sheets. Our contentment is based on our ability t..
Where the hell is Allen?

Where the hell is Allen?

A Poem by Jack Joseph


Where the hell has Ginsberg gone? These people need a good hard look at themselves. Talk of finance seems to permeate the air and yet the arts were..
Why?

Why?

A Poem by Jack Joseph


It's hard not to go over failures; memories that made you sad. A smart man sees experience I'm just a common lad. I feel the pain fresh each day ..
Scorn

Scorn

A Poem by Jack Joseph


I was told that a writer needs moors a place to go for inspiration someplace with history, perhaps death. That same person provided the inspiration..
Growing

Growing

A Poem by Jack Joseph


Maturity never comes in handy. always coming entirely too late always showing up after the fact. We're always unprepared. Constantly thinking of ..
Steaming

Steaming

A Poem by Jack Joseph


I hope my mind cares for me when I'm not watching. Shoveling bad memories from huge piles into the smokestacks of my soul like the engine-room from..
Cocoa

Cocoa

A Poem by Jack Joseph


I remember thinking; "Hot Chocolate wasn't a good idea." Bleary eyed I stood there hot water in one hand, a packet of mint cocoa in the o..
Streetcorner

Streetcorner

A Poem by Jack Joseph


I'm supposed to write for the fat lady but her song is, and should be, the last thing on my mind. I miss the comforts of the past, I can't seem to ..

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