Author Archives: German Jones

two latch on to each other out of desire.habits form and love becomes.a sense of belonging or responsibility to maintain? entropy cannot be contained though two can remain together.habits do not necessitate lifelessness.united in movement, a regular path follows love.

Regardless of whether or not I believe in them, they lay before me,undeniable. Facts, objects, the relics of an evening dripping withbeginnings. This apartment tells a story, unmade bed meets empty wine bottle, and thereon the floor amidst the scatterings … Continue reading →

i enjoy our walks hold me tightly sharing responsibilities is nice stay inside me let’s pass the time together i need this

My perceptions are not faulty and I notice everything. What you have done I do not understand and it upsetsour balance. And then I ask you, and you deny what I know, and it’sas if you take the full power … Continue reading →

neglect has a presence. that extreme feeling of need that i can’t ignorewhen you just sit there.at times it is painful, and others simply desire.why won’t you just look at me? perhaps a little smile? or touch?i begin to fear … Continue reading →

innocently regretful and still longing, why not take action if it is assumed already? or perhaps another drink. why don’t you simply understand me for who i am and how i love? and why do we eternally return to these … Continue reading →

i have only the dimmest memoryi knew he wouldn’t let me kiss him“i have halitosis,” he said,“i’m afraid you’ll have to manage alone.” i helped him out of his shirt and glanced in that brief interval of nuditythe inhaled diaphragmpressing … Continue reading →

Hello, new friends! I am inordinately happy to have you around for our mutual enjoyment. (Of course, I will enjoy it a little less than you if you aren’t also leaving comments during your trips through my past…) It’s been … Continue reading →

it’s the point in the evening when all things point to bed. Thom is already snuggled down for the evening. i’ve had a couple nightcaps and so the eyelids are feeling droopy. and the hours are counting down until the … Continue reading →

“I watched my country turn intoa coast-to-coast strip malland I cried out in a song:if we could do all that in thirty years,then please tell me you all –why does good change take so long?Why does the color of your … Continue reading →