Poems by Jonas Sidell

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Don’t Let Me Break Down

Let me slip

into some category

of grace and wonder, like tilted rain.  Give me something

I can bleed upon! an honest streak

over laminated grain. . .  Each week

undresses me: ‘til I’m meaningless,

as a blue moon.  So fucking lonely.  A good CD player

and a bad transmission, man; find me a woman

I could be in the dark with.

Mercy Bath

Delight

in the body

and mind, and the possibilities

that surround

love

any given time, any

age.  It’s being able                 to look

at the delectable

moment

as something to devour.  These justifications,

awkward movements,

praying for a little grace, some room

to fail.  The body needs this, the mind

needs this – we are here, despite

ourselves, cutting time

off the distance

to never, hoisting our eyes, briefly,

back from oblivion.  When that spray of expression

hits, man.  Ahhh. . . ain’t that the best! each week’s

end I bury myself in beer, always somehow for her

and me, basking

in the glory,

indulging our heartscape; dig in

to the oncoming week, now,

like it’s the only thing that matters, which of course

it is.

 

Jonas Kyle-Sidell is an adjunct English teacher at CCBC Catonsville.  He is currently seeking book publishment for his book, “Outta Time, in Love,” a collection of these collage-like poems.  He’s previously had poems published in the Los Angeles Review, Main Street Rag, Gargoyle, Pearl, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Smile Hon! You’re in Baltimore, Paradigm, The Melancholy Dane, and Welter.

Illustration by John Whitehead

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