I am the problem

I am the problem

A Poem by Jack...
"

Watching love drive off

"

 

 

I am the problem

 

From where I sit,

this crowded street of frowning faces and lying eyes

meander past the mom and pop facades with kids in tow…

tethered by their wants

and constant whining…

 

now glaring at me

as if… I am the problem

 

I wave them off in my best oceanic gesture,

casting salty aspirations to the ground around my feet…

all the while keeping my fitted

thoughts in check

 

For opposite this asphalt divider

of pot holes and swept debris...

she sits, twisting her chocolate hair around her finger,

staring at the clock

 

Wearing her favorite red dress,

glistening crimson nail and lip paint...waiting

 

The violent sun finds my shoulders

scattering grey clouds

between the concrete and neon

folded on the structure facing my perch

 

A single drop of sweat rolls down my cheek…

on this day more will come

 

Mixed, blended, hidden or defined

by tears held back…losing the battle

I take in the second story window,

shade slightly drawn…and think

 

Jumping at the knock,

a quick mirrored touch up and fanciful bounces…

smiles lead her to

his rugged features and fat wallet

 

The engine idles, I can smell the fumes

dancing across my nostrils…sickened

 

Floating the steps, they/she looks happy, then at me

her head drops, sad or thankful…probably

Engine revs, my eyes fill

as thunderstorms erupt on my face…they/she disappear

 

My heart near death…beating slow

it reels on this day…

others, in their mindless pandering

and nose followed directions, stare and point

 

I spit, reaching our heart encased initials

carved in the stained and tiring sidewalk

 

My chest throbs, legs weak and nonexistent,

transparent of hurt and glass filtered wishes…

Pointing back at those who would judge,

I shout…

 

I am the problem!

 

 

© 2013 Jack...


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Jack...
Thank you for reading

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Floating the steps, they/she looks happy, then at me
her head drops, sad or thankful…probably
Engine revs, my eyes fill
as thunderstorms erupt on my face…they/she disappear

Formidable.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Tammy
Wow Jack, I don't know what to say to this one, you've painted the entire picture here, desolate as it may be. A sad man, blaming himself, perhaps he was the problem, for the love of his life taking off with another....this was like watching a short film. Epic my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Maybe your buddy Bobby Duvall could play the lead. :-)
Jack...

10 Years Ago

That would certainly "make my day"
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Hahahaha
That was excellent!! So professional-like. Extremely well written!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your nice words. I appreciate you stopping by for a visit
"My heart near death…beating slow

it reels on this day…

others, in their mindless pandering

and nose followed directions, stare and point



I spit, reaching our heart encased initials

carved in the stained and tiring sidewalk"
I felt the sadness and regrets in this wonderful write. Pen on my friend...:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Sami. I enjoy when you stop by for a visit.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

My pleasure...:)
"...now glaring at me
as if… I am the problem"

Like what I felt for sometime...but I hold on to my faith that everything will be alright.

Thanks for sharing this, Jack. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Dhaye. I appreciate your friendship.
Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)

10 Years Ago

You're welcome, Jack. It's an honor to be your friend. :)
Yet another beautiful poem Jack. Always great pieces they are.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jack...

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much Cassie

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Jack...
Jack...

San Antonio, TX



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Not much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..

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