LIFE IS A COMEDY Why must humor and pathosAlways be holding hands? Life is a comedy And God is the audience. The sunflowers point toward the sunOnly to burst into flame. The darkness comesAs darkness must And the blankets fail to warmAs they always fail to warm. The sun comes upAnd it’s just coffee and sadness. … Continue reading John Tustin
Smart-Ass She called me up and she told meThat she missed me. I told her To have better aim.
After Work Today and No Work Tomorrow Watching the dust particles sparkle in the shaft of lightComing in through the one crooked blind,Looking for a clean glass and finding oneAlong with a clean knife, a clean plateWith the music playing and the terrors of the dayCeding to the horrors Of the night.With hours to go,I begin. The … Continue reading John Tustin
Afterward (Then and Now) Sometimes,Afterward,When we would lie in bedAnd talk in the dark as we recoveredShe would tell me about What an absolute prickHer husband was.How he lied and how he cheated on herAnd how he turned the kids against her. The conversation often turned to dear old Jason. She went back to him eventuallyAnd … Continue reading John Tustin
Eyes Stuck Open My eyes are stuck open.My eyes were blue.My eyes are marbles now.I look like a taxidermy,This expression frozen on my faceAlmost life-like.My stuffed body behind the glass,Hunched over the typer,A glass half-filled with amberAt the side,My hair a little wet and down into My face. My eyes are stuck open.My ears rest beneath … Continue reading John Tustin
Nail Holes I’ve memorized every nail hole in these Four rooms.I’ve eaten my various mélanges of pasta,Rice, beans, tuna, salad,And chickenA thousand times.I’ve asked for your helpBut have not received it.I don’t believe in magic, in God.I like Jesus. He said a lot of good things.He died for jerks like us.I like Buddha. He’s pretty good.But … Continue reading John Tustin
Misery is a Blue Mountain Misery is a blue mountainAnd black water runs putridAlong her sides.The birds who nest along her wallsSmack their smudged wings togetherAnd their birdsong is derisive laughterAnd the word No. The sun never appears.The rain never arrives.Her body is weeds and mud.You will not smileAnd you will not cry.You will stare … Continue reading John Tustin
She Looks Down and Laughs She looks down and laughsThey look down and laugh –While we thirst below with our dying tears– From their perches above the sun She looks down and laughs They look down and laughAt me at youAll of us deserted down hereWith our sadnessesAnd our ragged shoesAnd our no love She … Continue reading John Tustin
Drowning in a Loneliness Drowning in a loneliness that is so blue and so complete that it is almost beautiful. Almost beautiful in the same way that I am almost good. A gurgling water that invades the mouth and the ears and the love and the rest of it. How it envelops, how it consumes, … Continue reading John Tustin
Voices In The Night Voices in the night Of broken reality Pulling me away From sanity, From sleep Pushing me deeper in the shadows Of the trembling branches That scratch my mind With their shrunken claws That shine with the blood Of another lonely Unsanctified moon.