Jabez Andre Baron Richard is an experimental artist and doomsday prophet, working towards a double major in Creative Writing and Literature with a minor in Film Studies from Western Washington University. He lives in Bellingham, Washington, where he produces rap, electronic music and horror films with his family.
Applying for a Housing Loan
Open up the file cabinet Drawer TUV “Unsatisfactory” folder Today did not go completely According to plan
Close the drawer Without filing the sheet Instead select PQRS It was “salvageable” Enough I suppose
But shake my head no And shut the case Still pinching paper LMNO chalk this one Up for a calculated “loss”
But you still “win” some Reconsider drawer WXYZ The real enemy is stagnancy We are finally taking steps Applications properly submitted
More importantly the past Has ceased to exist And tomorrow isn’t real Until the “dawnlight” ignites The horizon—drawer ABCD
What I want and what I get Somehow conflict like polarity Folder “haves/havenots” in HIJK I’d mend this rift before all Others in the cabinet
I’ll open the last drawer And “eyeball” it desperately Fated for an anonymous pile Nothing worth mentioning Written all over it.
Greetings From a Puddle
Greetings From a puddle You look skywise So high up above
Like a bubble So gentlefragile Can you imagine If it suddenly popped?
That’s why we huddle Too close for comfort A crowded concert When the the rush pushes forward
In perpetual motion I am the ocean A pristine mountain stream When it’s frozen
I am an iceberg Submerged in a surge of urges And crucial Nonessential moments
Hello From a puddle Someday soon We’ll all be sunken ships
It Was Inevitable!
late last night my mother cat brought a live bat into the house (unbeknownst to me) she let it go like a slingshot to fly wild circles around the living room while myself and the other land animals gawked awestruck and dumbfounded eventually it flew into the kitchen but took a wrong turn up the stairs trapping itself in the girls’ room while I was at work I received a text from Ciera saying “The bat emoji is still alive and out of the house” I was relieved the cats didn’t kill it though that was always a viable solution to prevent the spread of rabies and wall-bats
This shape is not me I have been dishonest My thoughts, my words, My voice are lying Between an extremely (head-shakingly) long Sequence of events And infinity: Don’t trust them
This life is not mine I have been dishonest There is no ownership In death the only things Relinquished are heat And the invisible (close eyes) Patterns firecrackering up And down my spine Sensational!
I have been dishonest The codes that I represent Belong to a much (hand-wringingly) greater Body of work I am less than a line On a page of the final chapter And this me is just a link Made of many twisting chains
Thunder and Blazes
There aren’t enough sugar cubes in a day To sit and enjoy my favorite teacup
Without being whirled on the carousel Calliope plays Entry of the Gladiators
And circus clowns hit me with balloon bats Every time I extend my pinky the cup to my lips
It’s a good thing I have always pictured it As China chips and porcelain powder
From the first it entered into my possession And what I love about everything I’ve ever known
There are mushroom clouds ceramic urns for us all Savor the bitterness its complexity