Jacob's Latter Verses

Digging my way up to heaven

I tore these bootstraps long ago

If the flesh is sweet but the seed is poison

tell me how does you garden grow?

Whose to say if there are words enough

to supplement the day

And nighttime starshine

weaves a net of neverbeens below the waves

Just passing bitter

Perigee

Trace the patterns

Raze the sea

More connections to the poetry

than any element

Water a growing sense of blindness

Bury deep just what you meant

Writing as a form of

immolation

Tear it down

Make it new

Crave my skull into the dust from whence it came before it knew

Of waning embers

or bravery

Or how the lightness of it all could make a life in mockery

A wake, or just a dream?