The Man In the Funny Hat (2AM)

here the man
in the funny hat wonders about
turns into the senseless shadow
in a mirror of endless shadows

around him the tossing sleepless souls search
what souls always search for
continue to speak in their hushed tones
or merely sing for their sleep
their wanting sanctification

in an instant
the hint of a crescent moon
becomes the face of all men 

and what do they do with the soul of that moon
when it emerges from the saintly clouds
when nothing else matters but
the funny man
in the funny
hat

jppestana
The Man In the Funny Hat
10.1.2019

Of Another

dream of me if you can
the clouds dancing together
the poking fun
run to where the sun was once king
the stream of ethereal hills
the clearest stream 
fall to your knees
it is the least
you can do

the coyote scream race their shadows
it is the way of night
you run to where your heart beats faster  faster yet
and then was done with me
bits and pieces memories 
of a redemption shunned
a broken prayer
written on the bones
of another
 

jppestana
Of Another
9.24.2019

Purely Accidental

a swirl of barely cloud curls to wisp

air too blue for me to breath dissipates

there somewhere the sound of darkly racing wings

a galaxy that shares her faint fragrance

the purity of her heavens unrivaled

and for me
dying specks of light

extinguish before their time

before the cruel awareness

of my accidental

existence

Purely Accidental
jppestana
9.14.2019

Birth

let's go back to

the miraculous 

fleeting

nothingness                                      

of us

birth of touch

raining shimmer of drenched grass

clashing skies above the thunder

sparkling shreds of 

voiceless light

let the old worlds be kid

they've collided once enough

become one older world alone

let the dull hammer of these thoughts

beat out their ryhmeless time

there is no point to any of it

and what of the sweet whispers creatures

that slip from the dazzling spring

certainly there is more to this

than meets the heart

than meets the birth 

of  

her

first

wordless
breath

jppestana

Birth

9.10.2019

In Another Poem Deception

when the dust settles 
then spreads again
when men in their endless amens 
crescendo

an occurrence

winters are born right here 
rightfully wrongfully they exist
never leave never die in 
the way a life melts away
nothing more than a puddle
liitle ring

in another poem at the same time
the frost of her lips deceives 
they are a cold road to a frozen hell
her slim legs are exclamations
enjoy the ride 
pilgrim

there is chanting in the forgotten woods 
the leaves are sullen dreary even this time of year
men in worship predictably fall to their knees

believing in everything
they rock the dull air
the earth beneath 
bowing 
tortured 
trees

jppestana
In Another Poem Deception
8.30.2019

 Blue Suns

on the around

or thereabouts

hearts fall from a broken down sky

land heavily in warm moist earth   blossom

there were tears here

but no longer

there were girls here gathered

singing new hymns 

boys with inhuman smiles

hollering madly

their mad dashes

to girls with blue suns for eyes 

flowing cloud white blouses 

a brightness indescribable

the sounds of their chase now distant

rolling trumpeting echoes of a holier bible

here on the around

or somewhere

thereabouts

jppestana

Blue Suns

8.25.2019

The Sky Is

the sky is
a crisis of lying maddened nights 
violet light last signs of 
escaping days
the sky is what it is
small voices in darkened shapeless trees
belong to the bodies of all lost to the ages
carved away from the reality of hearing 
the quietest sounds
screams of the drowning crowd
the whisperer
a slow sip of whisky later
a man shapes his image 
with the help of the moon
then loses himself
in the warm songs
of his own
making

jppestana
The Sky Is
8.5.2019