Ripped Off my Jean Jacket by David L O’Nan from the 1st Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art inspired by Leonard Cohen

Fevers of the Mind

As the symptomatic leaves begin to fall

I watched noiseless waterfalls

Drink the deranged and lame

Our bodies are blush

Decorated into these parks

By the stabbing strokes of a paintbrush

Brush away these harsh devils

Wiped away all of my tattoos

My head is clammy and sweating

As I watch the stars penetrate the heart

From the moon

I have become the decorous

The ultimate gentleman

To all that is blind

Whip in the inhales

And shoot the arrows to the waves

If I am uncovered,

If truths are found to be false

I will carry myself like a casket

And image myself as the lifeless wooden doll

I collapse

To the thundering faint to the floor

I ripped off my jean jacket

The wild, the seeds plucked to be reborn

Long nights listening to this same rain falling

The owls are silent in their hoots

The traces, our…

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