I am bourgeois

Well written, enjoyed reading....a portrait of an honest man, at least that's how I read it...

an honest poem--what that any 21st century poet could come out and say, without pretension, "i am bourgeois". the artistic and aesthetic taboo for centuries. from knowing you and reading this poem, however, i beg to differ; no one who has gone as far as you and a few other people on this site into the depths of poetic consciousness can properly be called "bourgeois" without fibbing a bit, whatever our economic circumstances. i admire your attempt to transgress this aesthetic pretentiousness, however! great job

Donnie Nice job Jess

easiest or the slow twist the dry tinder light in the cave voices maybe throw stones wave a torch sit cross legged and examine a journey worth of every sense perception internal and external curiousity in the end commits us nice poem Elf

to this very closely. I really like the closing lines. Excellent Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

on this subject i have many words but at this moment i will only share the ones that matter. this touched me and at once it's truth was evident. more words will be shared and soon. well thought and better penned!!! <3 Emarie

piece by you Jess, I was lost in your vibrant imagery. Lenny and his one legged seagull !!!

Sparkles from the wheel, it seems. Illuminating, guiding. Don't dwell Take a walk: a plain old inconsequential stroll. There comes a time in your meanderings when in the turning of an unremarkable corner you suddenly collide with yourself or lightly remark an event – an event without momentous meaning an event with no particular consequence which not-so-neatly spoons out a shocking destiny. Hwyl fawr! Mike

glad a book of matches is still free :) Thanks for that word if spelled right - it took me places! The work is getting more easy TG ! Mark

Fragile and evocative. Beautiful imagery. Thank you. P.S. Using this for my son's language arts home schooling. Hope you don't mind.

on others and myself...I spent the night with the girl off my dreams in the same bed I had a remarkable day and a warm body next to me ...but the very reason I was in bed with her was because she had Woa(big Woa)and there I was split between cool and chill.warmer/comforter.I joked with her as we meet at a pub(yea we have a few that are not bars here lol)and joked mind you "You can take me home,make me do your dishes ,tell me what to do ,and what not to do,then kick me out in the morning." She said yes....it stopped all the sound in the pub I saw the words on her lips and the shift of her eye confirm it to her brain....but something she said earlier haunted me...the drive to the mountains and the conversation ran out and the topic the haunting statement floated before me...again I tried to ease out with feined intrest.She was still warm if not hot for me and the cool guy would'nt shut up. The caring empathic was beating down my I'm gonna' shag a babe guy. Then for a moment I thought well there maybe a half way point and went at her Woe with an attempt at misdirection she had a week with her woa and it had a week with her.You know when we got to her house I was her newest friend and as I cooked breakfast it clicked the whole picture that day as we smoked a very large joint(her brother liked me not a first but when she said I was a friend he too warmed to me and gave me a half a bush)she said Para-phrase"You know you could have fucked me,but I am glad you didn't" Ouch and awww at the same time...my problem I care too much...and I see no reason to fuck vunerable women or people... In ink, David

This word, for me, implies behavior marked by conformity to the standards of middle-class ... surely you haven't, Jess?! (I'm kidding) As usual, you impress me with your raw images and expression. You are a fantastic example of what so many poets strive to be.....and no, I am not "pissing in your pocket." Always my best, Ronda