Don’t Say It

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 10/04/2011

When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?

All of a sudden you know me so well.
You don’t know me.
I’ve been here.
Where have you been?

Sorry, I’m good at throwing strikes.
You don’t even see the ball coming.
This mound is mine.
Don’t walk across it.

The water is deep.
The park grass is dead.
When is it ever easy,
when someone gets hurt?

Yellow Balloon

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 10/03/2011

As the sun sets beyond the Valley
walls,
I say goodbye to a love once cherished,
adored.
I have sinned Father, but who is left to forgive
me?
It’s passion, it’s not
love.

I am confused at best.
Sugar coats your fiery words.
Just speak your mind.
I’m listening.

Lamppost

By Jonathan Gonzalez | 10/01/2011

Not a joke,
though many were made.
Lampposts illuminated
the night for days.

Brighter than the city lights,
smarter than any sirens.
Curious always, you
Amaze me.

Look at the old couple.
Every angle seen.
From the top of the city
to feet of the sea.

A peace not pretend.
A smile not faked.
Conversation: endless…
Ended only by the sleep in our eyes.