Posts by Jonathan Gonzalez
Aspens in January
Haitred
Why can’t they be heard?
Why can’t our heads turn in the direction
to where they yell for our forgiveness
of whatever they did that made us forget them?
Middle
I would love to think that it doesn’t mean anything
that our dish soap is made by some company I’ve never heard of,
but it does.
I would love to think that it doesn’t mean anything
that my mom has to fill the shampoo bottle with water,
but it does.
I would like to think my dad not working is just
a sign of the times,
but it’s not.
Sports car in the garage,
but only cereal to eat.
Digital cable, flat screen TV,
but no milk to drink.
College tuitions, hundreds in text books,
no gas to get there.
Being a middle-class citizen with a grip on what once was,
a reality is shared.
Tunnel
Merely a wake up with water,
I am covered in perfection.
As the water weaves it’s way along,
It’s hard not to leave.
As I float by the street lamps,
I seek my journey through this pathway. Of water
I now am
all that it begs of me. Is this
how life can be?
Keep Her Alive
Come quick.
I am calling you over from your walk that will guide you past me.
Speak now or forever hold your thoughts.
Blowing wind is a sharp reminder that lips should have moved.
She should’ve been kept alive.
Addicted
So blind.
Didn’t even know it was raining.
So deaf.
Didn’t even know it was raining.
Burn It Down
Not tonight!
We will not speak of overspilled curiosities.
Take what you love.
We’ll leave quiet.
It snowed today
It came upon us as it fell from the sky above.
A snow day in Burbank: who would’ve thought?
We Come Thru
Remember what it was
to just lie in your bed under the rain.
I wanted to believe in you.
I wanted to believe in us.
But those dark lights of red and black,
with soft kisses being traded
for glances at the computer screen
were facades of hope.
Nothing comes without work.
I know that.
Nothing good comes to those who wouldn’t wait.
Take out
Words run-a-muck
while spinning hysterically around.
They do not envision anything but closure to the light.
However, they ask that light be shown to help guide them.
I am not sure what they ask us of. I am not quite sure where we are.
Hurry and hurry! Here it comes!
Lights out!
Close your eyes to feel what peace feels like, what it looks like.
Thank you.
I am not aware of anything around me, but of only the future.
One day I will relinquish the peace lost in money, time and duty.
Take me now!