Jonathan Gonzalez The world was never so simple for the neighbors down the street.2+2=4 here.Not there.It can be split into twisted segments never thought possible.And the psychiatrist could’ve never expected what her ears were about to listen to.She was only trying to help. Your father hates you.He only hates himself. For others, complaints don’t resonate within.Life is accepted.I’m sorry … Read more
Through the straight,with the unknown.A solitary drive along speedy paths that intertwine throughout our city like guided railways that lead to you.A night filled with stars and incandescent satellites.They hang from our ceiling in a mobile that spins and spins around us.Off to the place where we first made contact.A wave and smile transmitted in … Read more
We aren’t coming of age. No, we’re not there yet. As I come up to the light I turn left to keep right. I feel as if the lights throughout the airport span for miles. And that they were put in by the architect artist. Beautifully positioned like pieces on a chessboard. The electricity supplies my … Read more
They speed atop the track laid out in gold. Pleasure guaranteed. Destination: Life. All who are ready to ride today: The captain and the Mrs. All who ride today will live on forever, Because on this train the coals never lose spark or flame And it always gets to where it’s going safely. All he had to do … Read more
Early mornings. 5. We breezed in through and lined up together. Always looking for the middle of the day. We danced under trees and watched the cartoon birds lay eggs in nests. All was loyal in the square. And the bench where we sat. Maybe something was to be said of the memory that is … Read more
Punched in the mouth. Blood sneaking through the cracks between my teeth. Knocked around. Slapped. Kicked to the ground. With bloodshot eyes and an anger filled fist I arose. I stood up with all my might. I looked him dead in the eye. He wanted more you could see. Picking this fight. He picked this fight. … Read more
Doors open and doors close. The wheels spin at 95 But we’re in the wrong lane And 100 will surely mean death. The mirrors fixed on me for I care not what happens behind. And all the note reads is “Look up Mulholland.” Ticks run out. A few hours past due. You will wake tomorrow … Read more
Like a roaring machine that exhales the most charming sounds. I indulge in the splendor. But orange lights flash. Information has arrived. When the notice arrives the cement truck spins with glory and pain. Here we are again. A call from the Governor, I see. We are standing with taped mouths and vicious eyes. Our … Read more
On an embankment of a city I see the ruins painted in autumn’s colors. They shine in a spring light. Treasures for the world to see And many do. Would you mind if I stepped aside to capture it? That’s not me I thought. I don’t need to stand there to understand. Desire to witness it, … Read more
Credit: Jonathan Gonzalez “Bye World,” it claimed. With a warning that could never leave your sight. The typical next to the questionable. Who would write that? Who stood here in such despair? Brick wall seems fitting. But if you turn around You can see it standing right there. The beauty and the observer. “So powerful … Read more