Poetryby Jesse Ellis
The World Should Always Stay That Way
The sun was much warmer than usual
Enough to make that summer-come-autumn day
One worth spent outside to enjoy
The leaves had crimsoned
And neatly pitter-patented their way around
And crunched with such a crispness
And you could see your breath
Clouds like dollops of heavy cream
A fog that made you feel like you were living in another time
The world should always stay that way.
It Has to Be True
In those moments -
Where an idea so radical, should escape the estuary of my subconscious:
That the room either laughs in paranoia at it's rightlyhood;
Or scoffs at it's bizarrism -
It is then do I wonder:
It has to be true?
Man of the streets, and he's
Tugging my tailory
Asking for alms
Coins from my palm.
And he stared at me and said:
That's all you're sparing me?
Somehow he's daring me
Forthwith more cash
Keenly and cleverly
I Withdrew the previous
And offed with a dash.
Jesse Ellis lives in Bellevue, WA but is a Dayton, Ohio native where he was active in the local independent, film, music, and art scene. His work has been published in the Sinclair College literary arts magazine, Flights.