candlelight
he burns like a candle
till snuffed by something you say –
then he flickers in & out
trying to reignite the flame
he smokes up your room
with rose & musk fumes
or whatever scent you choose –
name one so he won’t assume
the worst when his wick
is left unattended –
so his worries won’t leak wax
in solid streams onto your mahogany’s
coffee-ringed covered sheen –
where he settles
deemed by you –
dirty
….
This poem is from the chapbook bastard bee by Jawn Van Jacobs (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/bastard-bee-by-jawn-van-jacobs/
Jawn Van Jacobs is a spitfire South Jersey poet who holds back nothing in the name of poetry. His work has appeared in Cool Beans Lit, Paper Dragon and Moonday Magazine. Jawn’s work delves into the raw and untamed narratives of outlaws, illuminating the lives and perspectives of those living on the outskirts of society. On IG @jawnvanjacobs.
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