2014 Self Published Writings

By

Jaimey Perham

Poetry (6 Poems)

By

Jaimey Perham

Street Cleaners by Jaimey Perham Saturday, March 08, 2014 Rated "R" by the Author.

A tribute to those people who keep our streets clean, but also a reference to the struggles to live a clean and sober life, and the problems one faces...

Street Cleaners

© Jaimey Perham

02/05/2014

Endless roads across the grounded globe polluted with piles of human garbage

Store sidewalks filled with a detour of manmade mountains of steel obstacles

Dark dead end alleys populated with sleeping homeless college graduate addicts

Street cleaners in uniform operating sweepers always have a working place to go

Cigarette butts littering walkways outside corporate business walkways

Hectic stock exchange staffers sneaking away leaving ash in secluded parking garages

Highway drillers and cementers breaking for lunch discarding food leftovers

Street cleaners in uniform operating sweepers always have a working place to go

Snow stacked high drifting down Main Street on a dark dreary day in winter

Steel plows scoop up slush steering the sleet to the side of the black ice roads

Salt left in their wake melting the frost into dirty water where rubber won’t slide sideways

Street cleaners in uniform operating sweepers always have a working place to go

Anxious nervous heavy minds clouded with bouncing clutter and dancing questions

Alcohol and drugs calms the erratic moods that drives the village people insane

Sex in rotation relaxes the mental tension of the heart that stiffens the broken body

Street cleaners in uniform operating sweepers always have a working place to go

Futbol Girl

by Jaimey Perham

Saturday, June 21, 2014 Rated "R" by the Author.

Just a few short thoughts about a girl and a soccer match...

Futbol Girl

© Jaimey Perham - 06/21/2014

Futbol girl standing in the stands

Looking pretty, looking grand

Want to take her home after the game

But stuck here alone still the same

Action on the field, yelling from the bench

Kicker with the foot, defender with the sense

Goalie protecting the net keeping time

Ref directing players on the chess board, right on a dime

Futbol girl standing in the stands

Looking pretty, looking grand

Want to take her home after the game

But stuck here alone still the same

Maastricht

by Jaimey Perham

Tuesday, August 05, 2014 Rated "R" by the Author.

Random memories from a semester abroad...

Maastricht

© Jaimey Perham - 07/23/2014

Set on a journey, a path of self-discovery

I arrive in a bus to the magic city of Maastricht

Ancient statues of great men welcome my arrival

A red church in the square haunted by a dark past

Caves and tunnels speak of World War II tales

Rivers twist and turn down through the country side

Tourists flock to hash bars that scatter the old town

Porn shops distract the eyes of passer byes

Education teaches the young within the city walls

Quiet people flow down narrow brick streets

Small shops with books and clothes

Frites with mayo for lunch, or dinner whenever hungry

Disco music comes from the clubs at night

Locals and foreigners talk all night in the cafes

Artists smoke American cigarettes on sofas

Players play pool with pretty women

Independent films play on the small screen

Draft beer served at the community theater each week

River boat with students, drifts slowly down the lazy river

Painted buildings of various shapes on the shore

Alone, I leave the once hospital now turned dormitory

I listen to live music in the dark neon sign lit night

I arrive at the colorful carnival down in the city square

And say a prayer to the man who jumped to his death

From the red church in the magic city of Maastricht

Larry

by Jaimey Perham

Tuesday, August 26, 2014 Rated "PG" by the Author.

Thoughts about a neighbor who passed...

“Larry”

© Jaimey Perham - 05/03/2014

“Larry” had a prodigious sense of humor about himself. You always knew when he had arrived on the scene. He didn’t need to open his mouth and speak. His presence alone was enough to know where he stood on any given issue.

What amazed me about “Larry” wasn’t his stubbornness, but his persistence. Once he wanted something, nothing, I mean nothing would block his passage.

“Larry” would always yell at me for my inactivity. I will never really know what obstacles he had to face, day after day?

“Larry” will be missed by all those who knew him. He was “one of a kind,” and there will never be another like him again.

God Speed, city neighbor. God Speed “Larry.”

Apartment 2.

Road Rage Rafe

by Jaimey Perham

Saturday, August 30, 2014 Rated "PG" by the Author.

People with road rage...

Road Rage Rafe

© Jaimey Perham - 07/19/2014

He zips across the freeway, king of the ever turning wheel

A half-human mangled with rubber, plastic, and steel

Leaving a sonic boom sound with each acceleration and peel

Moving by emotion of the cosmic mind, by instinct and feel

Spreading fear in the color of blood and teal

Living on diesel, a daily dose of gasoline with each

mechanical meal

Rafe never stops, or sleeps for no one, never time for a talk,

or deal

He tries to impress the women of the street with a kiss of

black smoke and slippery seal

But doesn’t understand his own inner power, strength, and

conviction of zeal

Just like the swamp people down south, and the elastic

electric eel

He is not as rare as he thinks, not as rare as the finest

prepared veal

Someday he must face his own god, and slowly bow down

and kneel

Then Road Rage Rafe will see the truth, learn how to accept,

and finally help others succeed and heal

When I Heard the News

by Jaimey Perham

Tuesday, October 07, 2014 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

Relationship re consolidation...

When I Heard the News

© Jaimey Perham - 09/29/2014

Heard the news in that email late at night

Got a excited shiver of pure ecstatic fright

Nervous, but full of a great expectation of might

Needed to talk to you in person woman, mouth to mouth

Right then in that immediate moment to just really find out

The truth to all the rumor and not all the hearsay and doubt

Know I failed in your eyes on lonely nights when you sleep

Only did what I felt was right at the time, but got in too deep

In the end I hope you laugh again girl and please not weep

Life twists and turns with each new conscious beat

I can’t believe 20 years have left our old unadulterated feet

All that cheating haze finally leaving as we once again meet

Face to face, many guilty absent years lost and missing

Old key memories return as we reunite so I just listen

Never were you gone just blocked by my own ignorance

I’m even more resilient as we unlock into one from two

The music now makes sense to me with your touch anew

I hope in the very end we can be friends, my love, just you

Heard the news in that email late at night

Got a excited shiver of pure ecstatic fright

Nervous, but full of a great expectation of might