Cool Breezes
October 9, 1996

As I await for a precious zephyr
To relieve me of an afternoon's heat,
I fall under a daydream's trance.
When that gentle wind finally comes,
I embrace my mind's wonder even more,
So blow my way swiftly and stave me from
wincing.

© 1996 Jarrod C. Lacy

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The Loss of a Poem of Heart and Soul
February 22, 2002

What was that lovely sentence written yesterday?
The one incredible first line.

The beginning.

A break from imagination that wouldn't allow me
to stop, but bring to a shine.

The civil course of action is to have it done.

Later - probably much later - a little annotation.

The results may not be the gift of great sound,
the arrangement may seem like your world
is a little warped, a little down.

To handle it: write from all places and vacant spaces.

May forces allowing any mind to stack further on
the ego, resolves for some importance of pinpoints
that will not delay the chart.

Especially in the middle of great thoughts.

© 2002 Jarrod C. Lacy

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 Angry Itch
 June 30, 2005

Not love but likeness,
And an impulse toward desire
made lust irradiant;
forfeit of constitution
as something like pride.
Temptation meddled
his mouth near libidinal
locked treasures too
tender, that reacted to the teasing
warm airs.
Rough, odd man came
in a rough, old truck
oblivious to the truth
in full, but irruptive
of luck.
He was held and he curbed
caresses alongside a few
prevented confessions that
pounced on both the surges
and urges of both bodies merged.
Before, there was light talk
and white-hot eyes and worry,
but the throbbing back
and forth made fear a
truant.
One trusted, one truckled.

© 2005 Jarrod C. Lacy

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