EIGHT POEMS by JAY JADICK

THEORIES

 

you go, we stay
thinking about
the possibility
of my friend
who believes
in aliens

my brother
says, just checking,
just checking, if
this conception,
this human, I’ve spent
twenty years remembering
is real, why can’t
now erupt into
expanding
time traveled thru
piece and peace,
the guide, TV
IS ME, and
you are the
one I love,
paranoia,
my one
and only
is grounding

tremble but
do not shake,
the backyard
is for
discussion,
not graves

reincarnate,
no soul,
echo theory,
friends forever,
what makes
people closer
at the end
besides
loose
ends?

we’ve met
only to
say good
night so
many times

living together,
the defense
against
intruders,
my imagination
sleeps with you
in the next room

good night,
my friend,
you are
my favorite
character.

 

 

 

THE NEIGHBOR

 

a masked person
takes, well,
steals a copy
of the newspaper
every morning
from my
neighbor, she’s
shown me
the surveillance
footage, she has
a whole shelf,
days, weeks,
years, she’s
going to
watch someday,
I think
the masked
person is
my friend
who spits
in my eyes,
but I won’t
tell
for some
reason

 

 

 

SMOKE IN THE BASEMENT

 

the floor
sliding
closer,
neck bent
to relate
angles,
this close
to the
ground
is low
beneath
the air
filled
with smoke
as you
relate
the scale
of time
to a song
from 2001

 

 

 

TRIBUTE

 

who videotaped the ledge

out on the sea?

so somber

a cynic, I could remember

as the news came

to film me outside

yr house,

acclaim, decline

tragedy, and don’t

be a patriot

 

 

 

PARDON

 

static throat:
____________well
___________look at
_____________you

____________fall
_______________apart

__________at the foot
______________of the ladder

___________bright apples

__________________everything
__________________with
__________________teeth
__________________and
__________________years

 

 

 

NEWS FROM HOME

 

out of the movie
set in the city,
yr still here,
in the city, dazed,
the boat’s always leaving
towards the credits, wait up,
before the sound cuts, and
yr gone away

 

 

 

DIFFERENCE PATHS

 

the intimacy is wounds
and scars, endurance from years
and wide faces, still
proud of yr quiet joy
in the other room,
I lay
faithful to not ask
too many questions

smiling, yr strength
is calm, not forced,
______inspiring
______yr utopia, I
can’t see

 

 

 

CELEBRATE

 

this hell,
a casual
picnic
on the block

does not
seem
better off,
far out

this year,
what is it?

limited

the
task of
what’s
left
to eat in
the fridge

don’t
want
that until
yr too
hungry

with the
static
in the
ears

taking
time off,
to fry

for all

under the
sun
who wouldn’t
accept this
on a ballot?

you’ll go out
and stand
there in
the same place

that’s it,
accept
being wrong,
with a parade
for you
and
candy
on the
edge

 

 

 

 

JAY JADICK was born feet first in a van in a PIZZA HUT parking lot in rural nowhere aka TUNKHANNOCK, PENNSYLVANIA.

He is the co-director of the feature film DRIVING NOT KNOWING (2015), co-writer of the 712 page transcription poem, DRIVE, WE SAID (2017), and most recently published in the introduction to Dane Mainella’s photography book, LAST STOP (2017).

He takes a picture of the ceiling every morning and writes daily lines for a serial poem RISING while simultaneously working on no-budget films with friends and in the office of the non-profit cinema FILM FORUM in NY.

www.utjerk.com for more.