Jackson

just want to touch you! reach out and touch you! don’t give me anything. just want to love you! don’t give me paper don’t give me gold don’t give me paintings i’m much too old bring me some skin and hear what i tell you. got it real bad. just want to touch you! he… Read more

Would you like some soup? It’s pumpkin. I grew the pumpkins myself, in my own garden. I watered them with my own hands, fed them with manure and straw. I trained the trailing vines to safety as the pumpkins budded, burgeoned, ripened; and then the vines withered. I broke off the heavy pumpkins one by… Read more

See the wind in your sexy hair. Imagine the feel of your sexy hair. 25 is the sexiest age. You write about politics. I write about you and your beautiful face and your sexy hair. You write about love. I write about you and your beautiful wife with her sexy hair. Read more

In the years I wasn’t looking you grew into something something really BIG with layers of … material. You’d put on airs and graces been to many places tried on masks and faces till your own face changed. You looked so unlike you, you wore a neon name around your hat. I didn’t recognise you.… Read more

Sweetness through the air         but I’m not with you Guitars, a mandolin         but I’m not with you Harmonica!         I’m not with you! Soft skin on my lips soft lips on my skin a boy on my lap a fire in a box a girl with a lovely voice sings about lovely trees… Read more

ah coffee & chocolate! perfect bittersweet like … like love, children, songs        like the earth, like battle,        like weariness, fullness, completion like: Is that it? Is that all? Is that my name? Is that the end of it & the strength of it, is that the church, the oneness? the chocolate is all… Read more