Jon Collins

On The Ground

On The Ground A pause, interminable In transcripts unfolding In messaging groups Good will unresolving Action not present, but future Breath holds against An absence of data From the ground Direct sources, concerned

Without, Within

Without… within Simple and benign… Dark and unrelenting Never quite dissenting… Taking its own time At peace, unperturbed… Looming in the shadows Serene, at the window… Not to be disturbed No cause to

Unpaintable

Unpaintable Unpaintable The lines of red and gold Conjuring fair cities from afar Glowing streets, illuminating clouds But falling just beneath horizon's gaze Or towers of light that somehow stretch Beyond

National Disgrace

National Disgrace 12/7/2021 It's a national disgrace Not the boys that kicked a ball, That did their best, That stood proud and tall before they crumbled Not the decisions

Casting Its Light

Casting Its Light Casting its light Casting a shadow A black dog beneath A stumbling drunk A hurrying figure, not wanting to wait To be somebody's victim A cliché, but mostly