He Eats, He Shits by Jacob Farnsworth
She kisses
A tenderness that knows No bounds
He is as sheltered
As the homeless
On the holidays Songslinging nightgowning
A muse a haunt
He shifts in his sleep When the lady comes
The creases pick
A string
Eyes shut so tight
Tears might drown
Silver bowl
filled with soup
The daydream elixir
He too mentally incapable To find like-minded individuals
Together they walk
A tightrope
of madly sadness
A slip or a jump might
Do a trick
the one
the audience praises
“This piece was written in college and the story it was based on has long since been abandoned.”
Jake loves playing the mandolin around the fire, crafting stories with his friends, and catching old horror flicks. He's a blogger, a father, and a barbarian.