Mystic Cat - Jack Evans

Jack Evans

Black Sheep On Acid

Days descend
into Christianity commercials
2AM
and still no illusions
He walks mercifully
from this scene
of neon
and heartbreak
cranks the volume up
to black and white
Forcing his fear
to laugh
itself plastic
he remembers
there are just
two things
you need
in order
to escape

The heart of a juggler
The hands of somebody else

© Jack Evans

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Remsenburg

Cold shudders in
off the bay
Quiet rages
like a madman lost in prayer
We meander
through a bramble and incense sunrise
past ghost houses
lined by phantom sycamore and maple
down to Eckart's
for some dark strong coffee
eggs
running yellow and dangerous
into our hearts
with bacon
on a poppyseed roll
Soon summer
will pass again
from spirit to flesh
and the town will burst
into the business of resurrection
But for now
a weary winter wind
comforts our afflictions
A consecrating rain
calls us by name

© Jack Evans

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Nude In Abstentia

Her smiles floats
above your dream
like a sin forgiven
Your hands have
a memory
of snowflakes
While your tongue
sleeps through
a rainstorm of kisses
your skin sings
hit songs from the sixties
but your heart
has no room for evangelical sideshows
and your soul
has vanished
like smoke
in the eyes
of a saint

© Jack Evans

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Tramps Like Us

I wonder where it is you go
when you go
I used to imagine you
lying in illicit darkness
fingers vaguely searching
out differences
while the ice in
tall glasses melted
and his cigarette
burned until
the ash
dropped onto
the scarred nightstand
Once I pretended you were dead
With curtains drawn
I walked around the house
touching objects suddenly sacred
A book
Your coffee cup
An overdue bill from Sears
In the morning
I would sell them
as relics
move to Tangier

© Jack Evans