Jude Conlee- Three Poems

I am not left with these

 

I will think of something

awful and I will have no regrets,

I will have no regrets, and

you will have been a liar

and I will neglect any whisper you made

to state, “think upon your future”.

 

No, it’s past.

 

I’ve gone by,

I’m the future I never had, I’m

done with thoughts and

here come actions!

actions and words

 

words and images

words don’t try

they don’t they never will they can’t

 

I am one of them,

my own kind call me and I’ll be here

no longer

 

no longer than it takes for

a word like “forget” to form on the wind

and blow away to its rhyme

Personal failure to breathe results in

Personal failure to breathe results in

a general existence failure that

makes others upset even if they

couldn’t stand your existence while the breath was

still in your body.

Rediscovery Is a Poisonous Fact

 

cover cancerouskiss,you are no-other to

be taken quite seriously like you knew what

was goingon in the goings on of the ((life you re-discovered

            and quite seriously it doesn’t pay,notforall the world

            to be slip-sliding-self-assured when

                        no one is

                                    going to

                                                see you

fall or

maybe stay

 

 

 

Jude Conlee is a person who puts words together, some of which are born from the writer’s experiences and some of which are born from supposals of lives that are not the writer’s own. Places that have published these words include Otoliths, and/or, Words and Images, and Southern Pacific Review. Aside from this, Conlee plays ukulele, finds almost everything fascinating, and forgets things.