March 23-29, 2009: Jonathan Hayes and R. Lance Sheridan


week of March 23-29, 2009: 

Jonathan Hayes and R Lance Sheridan

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Jonathan Hayes
jsh619@earthlink.net

Bio (auto)

Jonathan Hayes is an American poet living in San Francisco, California His most recent books are T(here) by Phrygian Press, 2008 and Hallucinating California by Windowpane Press, 2008.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Jonathan Hayes and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The Ashcans

Manhattan
stillness

tenement
tight

attention

difference between
an awning and canopy

Morning

As I awake from
The garden of dreams

Body next to me
Wrapped in blanket

Like a summer flower
Her face blossoms

Summer Camp

Run thru the fields
Knee-high grass

Chopped down to a path

That butterfly
Near your net

And the baseball diamond
Down by the lake

Snapping turtles
Under the floating docks

I hope you know how
To pull your canoe up

When it sinks below

The lake

Awakening

before the sounds of the City

pass through the open apartment window,

a bird on the fire escape sings a song,

sung before the City was here.

A Little Song

Do not pull out
The silver hair

Even though
It’s premature

R Lance Sheridan
blackforest15@gmail.com

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R Lance Sheridan is a published author-Bits and Pieces to Ponder He has been writing poetry since 2002 He writes poetry in the following genres-mystery; suspense; humorous; historical; fables, and lives in Salisbury, Maryland
Visit Lance on the web here: http://www.authorsden.com/robertlsheridan

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by R Lance Sheridan and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Out of Love

Yellow-mattered female dripping
pretentious lies – was wearing his
corporation white collared pressed
suit when she caught him with the
wife; got the naughty girl with her
knickers down; “I am the adulterer.”

Crab-a-lot ‘better half’ hires a dirty
raincoat shamus to take some snaps
of the pornographic priestess; man
you let your whiskers grow long; he
finds himself falling in love – mister
city policeman nightsticks the perv
Sitting in her garden – penthouse top
floor, the wife is waiting for the van
to come; by now she’s lost it, mate’s
affections no longer there; now he’s
wearing a younger man’s clothes; “I
am head-over-heels deeply in love.”

Throws her off the 34th floor – was
an accident for sure; big apple flat
foots can’t prove she was pushed; he
never called 911; waited in the wings
before making his appearance, now
crying, “I miss my darling so much.”

Makes the headlines – “See How She
Flew; See How He Runs.” Now to take
up with his mistress; expert female at
choking husbands with nylons, down
the elevator shaft he goes, collects his
dough; smooth talks the city’s D.A
Gives him a taste of the forbidden fruit
as she stands there withering away from
lack of emotion – the D.A stands in the
same doorway to an early grave as all her
previous lovers; don’t you think this
harlequin joker laughs at everyone?

Just like “Semolina Pilchard” climbing up
her ivory tower; man, she is so bloody
good; good at kicking naïve men when
she gets their faces to turn red; see how
they drool; but now she’s crying – the
D.A.’s wife lopped off her head .