Christopher L. Jones

busy getting ready to return to school in the spring…

but have been writing. here is a new poem:

sadly when I fall
it hurts
as in old age
things gets brittle and break
worn thin from all the years
of abuse
only now do I realize
I should have listened to all
I once thought so unwise
for in the end
they are the ones
who die the beautiful
carefree and looking young

driving home
nodding my head
as I take the turn
rounding out
leveling out
stepping on the pedal
throwing lots of dirt
I can see the end
and it looks mighty good
will all the evils stop me
from reaching you
rolling on
till I reach you
home at last
out of gas
but safe in the garage
home
door closed
no more space between us

getting ready
to venture out
and see what the world
is all about
see what I have been missing
what is in
what might be now cool
yet the sun is bright
hurts my eyes
even with my shades
so I’ll stay inside
here will I hide
for I really don’t care
or give a chagrin

just thinking of a beer
being poured ever so slowly
deep dark and brown
like a beer should be
cold
waiting
just for me
only thirty minutes more of work
and I’ll be free
to head
to the pub
and meet that drink
that is taunting me

Running Hot

running hot
with fevered brow
sweat drips from my eyes
to my lips
and you happen to step in
through that door
that leads to outside
with the hot wind and sun
tan skin and hair pulled back
in a pony tail of fun
caught me with my jaw dropped
and all you do is smile
for we both know
in this miserable situation
that dirty thoughts
are our only salvation

Summer Camp

somber morning
with a cool breeze
you clutch my hand
as we walk past the trees
leaves blowing
at our feet to meet us
as we greet the other children
here to start a day of play
of learning and expanding of our minds

Jumping on to tumblr… I’ll get some of my writing content up soon.