Jocelynclaire• Show poetry

I consider myself to be a Liberal Feminist Christian. I guess you could say I exist at a very interesting intersection of identities. I'm a pretty open gal, if you want to know more about me feel free to ask. Other than that, here's a few poems from one of my major influences. , John K. Sampson (former bassist for the band "Propaghandi", lead vocals/lyricist for the indie band "The Weakerthans").

Leash


Had one of those days when you want to try heroin,
drunk driving, some form of soft suicide.
Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings or peeling the paint off of things to confide.
Teach me to wiggle my ears like that,
show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike.
Ask me the questions you never want answers to.
We can re-write them however we like.
Stop the hardwood floor's lopsided grin.
Leave the dirt and dead flowers in a brown coffee.
Let your hand melt a hole in the frost.
Peer out under a sky that looks just like a shirt I lost.
Maybe someday the lies we've led around will crawl under our beds and sleep off the years.


Elegy for Elsabet


So the fields are stubble,
the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands
and sees her holding up horizons with her hands.
She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips - -that essay on a frown.
Watch her memories of human voices drown.
Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom.
Make grasses' swish meet the cricket's ring.
Let every sound consecrate our whispering words that Betta never heard.
The back lanes tie the city down; a mess of dirty string.
Winter dies the same way every spring.
As the sky tries on its uniform of turned off t.v. gray,
and the way we watched her watch us walk away,
let every rain clatter down at groaning streets.
Make footsteps tick, talk to echoed walls.
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words that Betta never heard.
Let every wind howl and creak the creaking doors
to rooms that too much has happened in.
Let every sound consecrate our whispering the words that Betta never heard.