Friday, March 21, 2014

A Fingertip Stained

I like to keep my fingertips brown.
Dirt under at least one nail.
I like to keep one open wound
out of respect for my mortality,
and to keep my flesh from becoming frail.
I like to keep a stained fingertip at attention.
My lips pressed together,
and a song on queue in my head.

To enhance my days
humming a little ditty
tapping attentive fingertips
 - not at all too pretty.






















Jordan R Shaver

Cradles of Carbon

Cradles of carbon
and caskets of coke,
we were birthed in slag
and baptized in smoke.
We rise with the stippling
deep in our pores.

We ache with the creaks
and cracks of the mold.
Rationalizing our work
with the fantasies we're told.

While the steel keeps us up,
and pressure pushes down,
we rack ourselves straight,
and drink ourselves round.
























Jordan R Shaver & DHH - A Collaboration

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Reverie

I've been away from the noise and the chaos for a while.
What wond'rous crowed where we'd all rise together.
Our touching elbows and mingling pools of sweat unify.
Our temperaments meet and settle together
 - hanging on one tone.
I've been away from the enveloping music.
The best friend strangers.
The smells.
Oh God the smells.
I've been away from that high that carries us all home safely.
Our sticky sweat burning our flesh in the cool breeze of open windows.
That late night binge
where the food awakens our taste buds,
and the pleasure of each bite forces our eyes shut for better concentration.
The baptismal of a next-morning shower.
The invigoration of widening eyes, an afternoon run, and the anticipation of doing it all again that very night.
That intoxication of individual experiences which don't typically intoxicate.
But together,
together they blind us with memories we'll never recollect.












Jordan R Shaver
3.09.2014