Jeffrey Parks
I’ve figured out Jeff
He’s got a chip on his shoulder
The size of the moon
He loves you like
The perfect weighted blanket.
He puts himself on ledges
Where, if he loses balance,
Somebody else falls.
He loves you like
An ancient earthquake
A thousand miles away
That tremors the wine glass
Half sipped on your coffee table, right now.
He believes in unzipping himself
To prove there’s nothing
Inside except for what you put there.
He chews quickly
Because taste is a luxury.
He considers loneliness
The apogee of human connection.
He’s an idiot, a fool,
A mystic in a dark cave
Saving all his unlit candles.
He loves like a blinded bull
Raging through the streets of Pamplona
He never stops.
He fears getting caught
Doing nothing, becoming no one.
He thinks life is a debt
And love has to be earned.
It’s all so obvious now
I’ve got it all figured out
Wish it hadn’t taken so long
But now it’s time
To go be someone else
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