Two Poems by Jordan Boyd
a few lessons learned
wonder
got a palace every where aware shape sound and temporary contentment with the
karmic necessity to shit what is swallowed and every other intricacy about this form is divine
as the live sex shows against a thin river run Monday to Sunday with goddess children doing
what they think is best or maybe not or all manifestations be a form of friction between
dharma sparkle vessel go straight on another against humble is an earned condition that
kinda hurts to half way be I water on a planet bound with water so why so much resistance
which wave gonna dissipate smile while I can because the season winter and spring big now
epiphany again with the next breath to tussle with how butterfly movements tumble fragile
crest a whisper of wind while this go round got a few many different scream from the
rooftop surrender upon a stone with necessiry to shelter against elements and essential
questions of being motion glass surface dark light we freedom in temporary anatomy of ourselves
yes yes yes yes yes could dizzy one born such ecstasy architecture of now and
perhaps music or or or or or is enough reason to design self home until next spring between
supreme to be where all one always in love with my travel many miles from let go of friends
weight I once leaned into now strangers again again as a small room on the fourth floor as
seasons scar palm and this too is
home
Hood Koan Case 26
old head grumble
through spit
slap flinch
blue our desperation
upside down
yes lord perfection red
and all I asked for
was four holes
and purple silence
grasp phallic shadow
averse moan
goddess sweat tone
as question reverse
you empty as
you ever gonna be blood
she water combust
lack stain
stretched canvas white
ask receive
yourself gray
and I listen
and listen
and listen
and hear
nothing
let go
the let go
you all noise now grandma
as the mighty clouds of joy
and let's stay together simultaneous
through a two cube amplifier on fire
crackle cymbal sizzle
got Barcelona in
the rear view mirror
drive forward on the Bay Bridge towards
if it's a sin to sang that good
choke my grace now
where we gonna bury our repentance?
was we all water with just too much
venom and excelsior remedy?
a disappearance noise?
as our flesh say one day
while sitting on the back porch
hush little darling
Jordan Boyd is a writer and musician from Columbus, Ohio. Jordan published the poetry collection, shadow burn, with Nomadic Press in 2020. Jordan released the solo music album, priase be you, in 2023.