MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

a buick and a girl

a buick and a girl

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


it was just past three amand the engine was running roughand there was miles and years to gostreetlights goin by so fast they seem to flickerlike an o..
handbill in a summer brezze

handbill in a summer brezze

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a warm breeze walks a handbill up the empty streetfrom the show which had beenon the outskirts of town all lights and fury far into the cool night jus..
thistles and snow

thistles and snow

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the waters edge under the midnights starshe walks slow where the waters overflow the seabarefoot in the salt waters and sandscarrying her sandals and ..
marble shaped box

marble shaped box

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she kept her bedroom eyes in a marble boxi opened it expecting to find but there was only dusty footprints of some stranger leading awayher cool hand ..
a storm far out to sea

a storm far out to sea

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her pale face in the warm nightlike medieval dark princess lips so brightlure the sailor with her desperate charmsseduce the heart with her eyesthe sc..
everlasting joys

everlasting joys

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the days when i could have imagined that i had any other roadany other endingthan herethe streetlights distant glowleaves well defined shadowsin the w..
paradise's parking lot

paradise's parking lot

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


paradise's parking lotvast field of asphalt and lamppostsempty in daylights hours...on its most distant edgewhere trees overhang and weeds have encroa..
malice's unkempt

malice's unkempt

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


a dark enlightenment forms in her mouthits pure sanity's not tainteda dark enlightenment mouthed with her bright ruby lipsletting it fall to the carpe..
the warmth of her gaze

the warmth of her gaze

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the warmth of her gazei look at her in the innocence of her casual momentand in the fine lines of the truth of her imagei see with clarity that she de..
earthly tomb

earthly tomb

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the crows narrated his approachas if devising his doombut scatter to springs crisp airas he drew nearcrying out as the took to wingan odd forlorn song..