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Hunting Jonathon

Author: huntingjonathon
ASL Info:    31/M/San Fran
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Words: 673
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Hunting Jonathon

He targets coffee shops
early in the
he wears headsets, and
moves in rhythm to
the imaginary

He seats himself next
to a suit-blinded
person, inquires of
their profession,

he seeks the engineers,
the conservatives.

He asks if
they'd like to hear his
music, just a couple of
it is by a band,
he can't think of
the name, but
it's his favorite

just listen,
just a second,
the person obliges
and ...


Life is altered, the
road currently traveled is
no longer visible,
everything you thought you
were going to do is

It's cause and effect,
a cause
that you didn't see

The recording says,
if you want to live
you will look at me
and nod ...

You're going
to follow me
out of the store,
and around the corner,
today, I give you life,
today, the ever-elusive future,
the promising times,
the moment you're waiting for
to really do what you want,
the time when it all matters,
it starts ...

Life's just through
that door.

I've got a gun,
don't shout
or get anyone's attention;
I'll kill you,

if you keep your mouth shut,
I will save you.

No one in the coffee shop
notices the increased
tension when
the earpiece passes
between hands.

No one notices the
two strangers getting up
and exiting,
no one notices,

Hell! --
no one cares.

The life that you knew,
it's all over,
a different person is
about to be
in just ten small


It's as if you have been washed in
baptismal waters,
by dharma practice,
it's the one cause that
shall set you free,
it's not traditional motivation,
it's not a kind word,

it's fear;

fear that your life
may be snuffed out
like the only candle
a dark room,
like the only voice in
weary head.

No, you're not dead,
but what you were,
your conservative path,
your stability-driven mind,
is forgotten as quickly as a bullet
the chamber.

I am the bottom,
I am the fall
freeing you
from you,
freeing you from the fear
that drives you to work,
places you in a particle-
board coffin,
allows other people to
your 40-hours of waking

I am the bottom that
washes away your drive to
just be,
to just exist in a world
without risk.

You've fallen from
your perch, broken
your back against
the rocks,
been washed out to sea,

you're still breathing.


you wake up,
all materials in place;

your head,
bloody and throbbing;

after a few steps,
your illusions,
your intangibles –

impaled at your feet.

you go home to your
with the wonderment of a
six-year old shouting
into a cave,
watching ants
carry objects ten times
their size;

you smile
and feel the energy that
through your entire body.

you fall in love with
your wife,

you hear your voice
out of tune to the radio
and laugh, and really,
really laugh;

because you're alive,
and you want to live.

is the first day
you don't merely –


-jonathon shank

Submitted on 2007-02-27 14:56:39     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  This is quite fasinatingly an odd but good way. There were a lot of pictures that flowed in my mind as I read this, which was cool, I like that. It seemed as though I was trying to picture everything seen here in your words. I'm assuming you are using the word "bang" as a transition into another shift within your poem. I can think of no other way to describe that than just bold, but I like it. Now, who is the speaker? I kinda wanna say it's the character in the poem talking about himself in third person, but I could be wrong, could be anybody. Just the look of this poem on the page is intriguing. Before I read any poem, I check the length just to see what I'm in for, and usually the longer the more I dread to read it. But I must say this was great. I wanted to keep reading and see what more could come out of this jonathon character.

Looking forward to reading more from you.
| Posted on 2007-02-27 00:00:00 | by Desser | [ Reply to This ]

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