Do You Hear?

Do You Hear?

A Poem by Jon Cooper

Jonny do ya hear?
Do ya hear? Do ya hear?
Jonny do ya hear?
Do you hear the calls?
Do you feel the bumps and slips and falls?
Jonny can you say?
Can you say I'm your man?
Through the aching and the throbbing and sobbing
Can you still hear the plan?
Do you still feel the pain Jonny?
Can you still hear the rain?
Can you still feel the pain that you think might digress
Then slowly progress and in time may just in fact drive you insane?
Can you still see the light?
That eerie bright light that lights up the night
Can you see the dark red?
The stains on your bed
The plot you've fulfilled that once filled your head
Jonny can you feel me?
Jonny can you touch me?
Do you want to pop me and drop me
When deep in your heart you know that you can't stop me?
Jonny do you hear?
Do you hear?
Do you do as I say
E-ven to dismay
As I produce through you a quixotic display?
You'll do as I say
And you'll do as I will
Remember I saved you for a harsh little spill
Of mind and soul
From down on your luck
I pulled you forth from the mud which you were stuck
So Jonny do you hear?
Jonny do you do?
You will do as I please
You'll do as I do
Though vile I am
It's all done through you
For you are the one
Who seemed to pull through
So, yes yes you heard
You're a Jonny on the spot
Whether in cell or dirt
You're sentences to rot
Sad sorry soul
Misled by devious a word
The stone before your tomb will read:
"Poor Jonny: he heard"

© 2009 Jon Cooper


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I really like this.
And I'd love to have to explain the whole thing to me.

And I can definitely tell you've been reading The Stand. :]

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Jon Cooper
Jon Cooper

Winchester, VA



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I hate the world. I love art. I write nearly everything (except thoughts, which I write as they happen) under insomnia's rule. Nothing I write during the day contends with my sleep deprived work. My.. more..

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