© jonathan saunders
I Have Lost Count Of All My Loves Husbands & Children
Die Rooi Van Jou Lippe
Vir jou, jou ouers kies die naam Bronwyn.
Matching Mirrors Over Only Your Eyes
Not With One Bite, But Two
I said, “If I am correct, I get to run your bra up my grandmother’s flag pole.”
Two Hours After We Met
Me Looking Up & Me Looking Down & Your Eyes Not Closed But Blinking
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$55.75 I Didn’t Gift
I had thrown away almost everything I had. I put the few things I didn’t in a place I thought was safe, the best I could find. I then ran to the only place available.
All my books & all my negatives I put in that place I thought was safe, I have learned was nothing but a front, for a cartel.
The place available I landed wasn’t what it was suppose to be, either.
I believe everything I see & anyone tells me. All the time.
One Second & The Next & Meet Me & North One Zero One
The False Everything Of Each Train Whistle I Hear From Where I Stay
| ˈtre ch ərē |
noun ( pl. -er•ies)
Betrayal of trust; deceptive action or nature :
His resignation was perceived as an act of treachery | the treachery of language.
Belief & Hope Are My Foundations
A Sign I Saw Made By Hands In The Streets
In The Face Of Overwhelming Proof I Never Really Believed
Until I Saw A Sign Made By Machines On A Street, Many See Everyday
Taught Me The Nature Of True Upward Mapped Direction
This May Makes A 44 Year Promise Kept, So This May I Promise To Make 44, (I Made 54)
“I was tired and frustrated and slammed into a median.”
The Last Time I Saw You Was Much Like The First
Gifts for Joy Pain:
(2nd Meeting, ICU, Before “Oops“)
Out of Date Cosmopolitan Magazine
One (Top Secret U.S. Government) Secretly Pilfered Petrified Gopher (Deceased)
On My Wish Or Need, Often Before I Am Aware Of Either
My First Three
I saw her Myths while she sat across from me eating & huddled. I mustered all my courage to ask to see them forever.
The only word I ever heard her say was, “Yes.”
I Didn’t Tell Her, “I Want To Fuck All Your Myths, One At A Time.”
She Did Not Ask To See Mine
“Against All Odds“
“They Are My Life”
Right & Left & Left & Right
Your Breasts Sparkle Under Keeping Your Forever Promise
Your Breasts Sparkle With Fire Under Your Half Broken Heart
I was in a room given to me as I had no where else to go in a town that was once my home but was no longer.
I had been just near here over 100 or more times & never ever wanted to stay, here.
I was given 7 hours here for free to sleep & I couldn’t. I wanted the rain & the snow I saw through the glass to cover my skin. I tried to open the window yet it only moved the width of my thumb & the width of my finger. So I stuck them both in the crack & felt the wet offered from the sky. I then pulled my hand out, pushed my face in that crack & stuck my tongue out as far as I was able, I wanted to taste that wet, too.
I wanted to hear the wind scream as it whipped around the glass & around the crack, so I left the glass open all night.
The other glass in the room looked the same when I looked at it, only it wasn’t wet. So I turned it on using its buttons.
Upon it, immediately, was an image of a woman on fire.
Then there was a woman in pain or pleasure or both, I couldn’t tell the difference.
Then there was home on fire that faded over or with or into a moon, a full moon. I do not know which came first or any other kind of what or why.
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I turned it off and never, for so long ever, looked again.
I took all the sheets off the bed. I took all the pillows off the bed. I only left myself one, the one that had the message, seemingly just for me.
The one I imagine still had other all over it & I rested my face upon it.
I pretended I was many a Sweet Dreams® & I let the wet drops of rain & snow from my face drip all over it for the next others.
Almost a year later from this night & a half a year ago now, I was staring at a piece of glass in another room I didn’t want to be within. On that glass appeared a woman I had never seen before whose hair almost appeared to be on fire. She screamed over and over:
“You can’t choose what stays and what fades away.”
I Feel Like I Was Born Yesterday But I Only Wish I Was
You won’t get disappointed
I want you so bad you are my only wish…
I stopped in front of a place because I saw this car. I parked and made this one photograph of it. A man approached and proclaimed:
“You must be an American?”
“I am. Can I take your picture with your car?”
“Lean forward, more into the light. Thank you.”
Then he drove away. I went in this place and I bought M&M’s®. They were in a blue package.
“Each one hurt, in their own ways.”
Stand Before Us All, Make All Our Promises Last Forever, By The Power In You
4th Day, 5th Month, All Day, A Bull Man With The Official Beginning K
Press Play To See My All This Day
When I turned 18, America forcibly taught me my life was less valuable than a woman’s. I never got over this. I don’t know where you’re from. I don’t know what you learned. I don’t know how you learned it. I know I didn’t invite you here. I know I didn’t ask you anything. I know I didn’t say anything to you. I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t know if you want my money. I don’t know if you want my attention. You just appeared here all on your own, a MAPS spelled backwards, deaf, mute and blind to any real me, seeing you. I waited for you to leave, as is my nature, but my source of energy died.
So how did you know how old I almost was? How do you know I shave my head? How did you know it’s hard to be me? How did you know I cannot catch on? How do you know I don’t know what I am doing? How did you know I am an asshole? How did you know I am terrified of you? Do you really think I am fine?
Do you really want to thank me?
“They Don’t Get Life The Way I Get It“
Sell My Or Me Something In Death
Passed away at 915PM this evening
Sent via BlackBerry® by AT&T™
Received 921PM Equivalent
14 April 2012
The doctor called your daughter, she got in her car to come see you after she called your son.
Your son, he then got in his car to come see you, too. One took only a few minutes, one took several hours.
They were both there before you went away.
Thirty Of My Minutes Twelve Minutes After Those Six
The New-York Historical Society
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I Saw Abraham On The Steps & I Slapped Him As Hard As I Could
He Is Not As Tall As His Legend & His Bronze Did Not Hurt My Hand But Instead Gave It Pleasure