john alan willox : Writing

when you're

when you're

A Poem by john alan willox


when you’re dead and in the afterlife, do horoscopes still apply?
vice-versa

vice-versa

A Poem by john alan willox


i guess it’s love when they can see through the rest and love you for who you really are, sometimes knowing what you don’t. ..
lost my nickname

lost my nickname

A Poem by john alan willox


i lost my nickname, i just ran out of time. i lost my girlfriend, don’t think she was ever mine. i lost my hair, gain..
my first marriage

my first marriage

A Poem by john alan willox


have you ever been campingand lying there at nightinside your sleeping bag,inside your tent,in the pitch blackwhen you hear it.that baby chain-saw noi..
feeding pigeons

feeding pigeons

A Poem by john alan willox


feeding pigeons in the winter park, white hair flowing, there’s an old lady feeding pigeons to small dogs that q..
toes

toes

A Poem by john alan willox


so i'm going for a pedicureit's not because i'm elegantit's because i can't reach my feet anymorenot that i've grown tallerbut between the bifocalsand..
rubie

rubie

A Poem by john alan willox


rubie is not a slipperto be worn like a shoe.rubie is a brilliant red jewellaccentedby thoughts oftravel in heels,where brilliant red jewells are cove..
glaciers

glaciers

A Poem by john alan willox


we are working towardour separationat a glacial pace.yet none less frigid.global warming has nothing to do with it.tired boredom is much more destruct..
as a river

as a river

A Poem by john alan willox


in summer, i am a river; i am flowing silently, with the sun, warm against my belly, and the sky reflecting from my skin&hell..
reflection

reflection

A Poem by john alan willox


an older piece - didn't realize i was ever that serious...