Eruptions



in thinking 
I stand well below the sunken volcanoes long risen in the western sky
the late afternoon drifts away peacefully
I expect it to say something to me
is this a living thing or not I ask
is this the promised marriage of ancient waves splashing over ancient sands
and the land fully ruptured forces breathes out towers of fire steam ash
catches me unaware like a weakened insect spiraling madly to its death
then lost in the agony eruption
of some petrified
traceless
emotion

jppestana
Eruptions
9.5.2019

Peas & Carrots

I believe in the glory of peas
and carrots
some small perfections round
diced tender sweet
coated in a sunny butter sauce
held in a tiny china bowl
eaten with a smoothly worn spoon
lifting lingering silvery notes
of the bossa
nova

thinking here the thin blue line of sky divides me
razors away slicing open the warming soul
peeking into a momentary eternity
playful eyes of a sun filled moon
and the most revealing flavors
of peas and
carrots

jpestana
9.22.2019
Peas & carrots

Peas & Carrots

I believe in the glory of peas
and carrots
some small perfections round
diced tender sweet
coated in a sunny butter sauce
held in a tiny china bowl
eaten with a smoothly worn spoon
lifting lingering silvery notes
of the bossa
nova

thinking here the thin blue line of sky divides me
razors away slicing open the warming soul
peeking into a momentary eternity
playful eyes of a sun filled moon
and the most revealing flavors
of peas and
carrots

jpestana
Peas & Carrots
9.22019

So You Say

linger here 

the horizons you left before me

vaster than your most curious smile 

open the tilted door to a delicate whiteness

pervasive it spills into me 

overflows

by the way look no more

the sun is hung where you left it

the small talk of your lonely echoes overheard

by no one scrape 

the skin of my tongue 

produce the sound of things 

falling outside the what

of us

and do you look at me 

when your eyes are closed to the unknowing world

when you linger there surprised

when I ask about your hidden universe

when you turn to me whispering

so you 

say

jppestana

10.16.2019

So You Say

The Jellybean Stone

under what stars
the sweet giggle of tiniest blue eyes
takes night and hearts with them
she has a jar full of little stones saved
mostly old broken
worn away to
almost
nothing

but then her hand clasps round the buried sparkle
squeals holding her well loved 
jellybean stone
in kindness she hands it
to the silent man standing
lost in what is left
of this

and he squeezes making his only wish
and the air is only fresh rain
and the air is
everything
there
is

The Jellybean Stone
JP Pestana
10.4.2019

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