[Poetry] Fallen

Jason Carter

11/7/2007

Fallen

A rock hits my chest—lightening strikes

my rifle sticks to the earth—a magnet

head hits the ground

            crack

I hear the crowd cheering

“That was a fine home run boy” dad

says “a fine run.”

[Poetry] Window Cleaning

I wrote this poem after my window cleaning job one cold day in December.

Jason Carter

12/5/2006

Window Cleaning

Frost creeps up into my veins

the wind lifts his head—eyes gaze at mine,

he laughs as I carry my bucket and walk toward the glass

one by one, he rips the skin and nerves from my fingers

leaving red stubs: useless and thoughtless.

I thought to run and give up,

but—what am I, if not a man; and what do I have, if not

stubbornness?

The wind and the sky whisper to each other

and talk about the rain and the moon,

my hero has already set.

[Poetry] Halloweeen

Jason Carter

12/18/2006

Halloween

So much happened

its easy to say

we went along

with the mob

and their lunacy

remember

the small bottle

one-shot

Smirnov

the girl

her costume all

too pleasantly revealing

and the apples in our

five dollar cups

the waves of people—the cars

Everclear wakening

our tongues

you can’t really say,

it wasn’t a night of nights.

[Poetry] Regardless of Reason

This is a poem about indoor rock climbing... yes, indoor rock climbing.  At this time in my life it was a massive hobby of mine and I was going 2-3 times a week.

Jason Carter

8/30/2006

Regardless of Reason

why does my body

pulse

so that I cannot but

cling to faux-cliffs

tearing anew

wounds of past

why do my arms

shake

when I think of it

the pump the

ferocity

within which I take pleasure.

[Poetry] Army of the Forest

This poem has a sort of special meaning of my childhood.  It's short, but it reminds me of so much.  So much unsaid adventure.

Jason Carter

9/25/2006

Army of the Forest

Today, I walked

outside and remembered:

The forest beside

my old house,

its leaf carpet,

the fortress that housed

us.

[Poetry] Pen and Paper

Here is another one of my favorites, that I wrote after a long period of not writing poetry... similar to now... hmm...  maybe that is why I like it so  much, because I feel like this every time I revisit my poetry.

Jason Carter

11/7/2007

Pen and Paper

It feels good you know, like a dip in the lake

after running in July—only in shorts

Take that first breath of air rising

out of the water—smiling at the

sun, in defiance, in regret—wondering

why you waited so long.

[Poetry] Raindrop

I'm starting this blog to post some of my writings and poetry.  Most of my poetry was written in college but I still write from time to time.

The first is one of my favorites:  Raindrop

Jason Carter

12/18/2006

Raindrop

I look outside

and think:

If I could just be

like, that first raindrop

that led the storm,

leaving his formlessness

behind—

Admiral of the sky

changing the world

by slicing that

lucid air

that same air

through which the rest

followed.

If I could just be

like, a raindrop

I think.