Poetry by Jack Evans

Butter

A SILENCE LEFT BETWEEN THE PAGES OF A BORROWED BOOK

The last time we spoke

Of this our flesh was

Warm as summer butter

Tongues aligned like

Birds in flight

If there was an eternity

It was surely then

Wrapped in evergreen

And pale melody

Each touch like

The waking of a new

Born sun

Each sigh

The settling in

Of forgiving moonlight

HOLIDAY

It is Christmas
And the house is
Overstuffed with people
Peppermint
Joy To The World
A crèche and lights
There is no room to move
Little air to breathe
I see her sitting alone
On the hassock
In front of
An ostentatious chair
In a slight black dress
Barefoot
Spiked heels tumbled
Onto the floor beside her
Wound red polish
Rings on two toes
Peppermint
A Silent Night
Lights blinking
On
Off

On
And she is
Beautiful and
Naked

 

Jack EvansJack Evans has been active in the Phoenix poetry scene since the late 70s.

He has been published in a number of poetry journals, has performed in venues from coast to coast and has been the director of seven different spoken word series over the years.

He is currently the co-director of Caffeine Corridor a monthly event held in downtown Phoenix.

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