Brad Davis

notitle

we despair
and drown in it
the Jar
of Applesauce

we see the black stones
we see the white stones
we see the yellow stones
not stones but white, black, and yellow quarrys
but do they see me 
do they see anyone
can they see the empty jar?

the steeds of time run
long
but do they stop for me
can I fly to them 
can they fly to me
the steeds of time eat apples
but I drown
in Applesauce

empty jars line my walls
empty jars I see in this
empty house in this
Jar of Flies

hard to believe
empty jars are not quite
flies
should I say Jar of Jars?
Jars not filled with applesauce