MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

the ever faster rabbit

the ever faster rabbit

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


my blue sky dream forsakeni now chase the ever faster rabbit of promised fairy talehis pronounced face forever plastered on billboardsand barroom hall..
fading into echoes

fading into echoes

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


some punk rock band on the radioplays transparently hopeful echoes of some quick romancewhile she lounges on the couch in a see-thru dresssmoking expe..
paris's boothill

paris's boothill

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


out to seacountless miles hand to the tillerto find that brief momenton the crest of a twenty foot breaking waveas a nor'easter wilds the seawhen you ..
the love i never knew

the love i never knew

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the open field before uswas a tall grass of a butternut yellowit swayed in the breeze liquid almost aliveshe lead me forwardcalling back to me over he..
sailing ships painted

sailing ships painted

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her mind once well groomed as a summer skyjoy interlaced with her tearsi see the enchanted waters of her hearts inner seasailing ships painted there s..
village road

village road

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


these pale lips that soswiftly rob me of my strengththese honey sweet lipsfrom which such soft words like butterfly logicdo so entangle meand tie such..
kissing sunshine

kissing sunshine

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


make her smile with some small thingand i love so much the light in her eyesmake her giggle with some silly thingand i love so the sound of her joyher..
this distant swansong

this distant swansong

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


safe in the fortress of my hearti looked out on the mysteries of my worldreveled in the complex dance of lovers united inburning desires and passionat..
endless summer

endless summer

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her endless summer dreamgathers dust on its sand encrusted photo of beach blanket love affairsjet planes departing for distant landsshe had her five a..
pockets full of pickles

pockets full of pickles

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her single shot pistol is smoking as you walk inher blushing bride smile is a dead give awaythat something is amisshe left a ballroom waltzworth of fo..