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About jftoomey

I'm many things, among which is a linguist, a therapist, a scientist, a business owner, a student, a traveller, a dreamer, a poet, a friend, a dog lover, and I'm sure some other things that I'd rather not mention here.

Yearning

A scratchy, raw
smoldering female voice
drawls
to a haunting
classic
american
standard
– these foolish things,
remind me of …

fleeting thoughts
of scintillating
silver summer days,
slipping
into crisp, then
biting nocturnal inertia
a morning chill
numbs blue bones
memories
of anesthetized
parisian hearts,
– familiar
dulled
resentments,
an ancient
perishing echo
of love’s
extincted melody

Porcachingao-
chian’putesqu’azzo-
mierdamiseria!

evaporating glimpses
of exanamite
smokey images
ebb & flow
pawing
at gnawing senses
of winter’s promised pull
toward
long & dark 12-week nights
of crystallized
frozen oblivion
– its callously
crushing cumbrance
never nearly
quite
as nullifying
as nurtured

Whenever
inextinguishable
yearning
of any inclination
foists fear
into the untamed
mutinous mind,
the heart suffers &
the body heaves,
in a symptosymphonic
feast
of joyless fervor

People Pleasing

Smoldering
impetuous
urge

to grant

the self-indulgent
perseverations
of another man’s whims

in arduous
vain attempts
to please…

to keep
– at best
a precarious peace
sacrificing
prosperity
& rest

inane
delirious deference
to copiously unmeasured
grand gests

I give
blindingly brilliant
searing
white daylight,
to a seamless
labyrinth
without hope
of egress

provoking
the poignant
potential
of self-annihilating
explosive
implosion

Robin’s Nest

Once upon
a Super Moon
I met a man with amber eyes
his resonance
deep
& playful
& strong

His smirking
lips thick,
locked-on
to my hungry mouth,
electric blue bolting
slivers
of shivers & bumps
climbed squirrelly
into
my languishing
primitive brain
stems of craving
for solid
abode

My empty
nest
suffers cads no longer
for
I am a robin’s
azure blue, black
speckled-egg
home

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The Crabman’s Creel

Thanks to the seemingly inexplicable phenomenon of crustacean mob mentality, for generations crab fishermen have left their catch baskets uncovered, for steadfast captivity is gruesomely guaranteed by fellow inmates’ kapoesque brutality.

Bright with life
percipient pale blue eyes
set
deeply
past virile
chocolate-tanned chiseled brows
caressed harshly
by the waning years’
abrasion of
wind
& setting suns,
witnesses
daily
to brutal,
kapoesque control
of unyielding courage,
perseverance
in the face
of pessimism and envy

The singular
set of bounding blue-tipped
king crab claws
flexing brawn
pull doggedly
upward
from the smothering
abyss
of the crabman’s creel

Above,
beyond
the oppressive
stagnant depths
of pooling,
squirming
black and olive-green
pressure
of dead weight
steadily, by inches
pushing on,
ascending
toward the bluish hue
of daylight’s promise

Teetering
upon the hand-woven wicker precipice
of the unknown
universe:
freedom …
to breathe, uninhibitedly
to live, noisily
to create, frenetically
to thrive, boundlessly
to love, with abandon
within sweet
& savory
seductive sight

Then,
as if by cruel design,
in one of life’s
more mercilessly
culled
capricious moments,
insisting imperiously
upon untimely instruction
of its omnipotent
and fleeting ways,
the crisp, resounding
crack!
of one fellow-contorted-captive’s-stabbing-clamp-like-pinch
jerks
& tugs
forcibly
at the might
& strength
of indomitable determination

Pressing mercilessly
against progress
fearlessness
spills
eyes tumble
downward
into the writhing
sea of pitch
green
envy,
imploding hope

Splash!
into the mob’s
hateful trap:
minds impregnable
to liberating philosophies
severed
from the world
of bluelimitless possibility

Like parachutes
in full plume
the boundless
optimistic mind
swells
with oxygen
and soaring
stoutheartedness
deprived of which
it implodes,
morphing
into a choking cloud
of sulphuric
yellow
suffocation

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The Space between Thoughts, Well Perched Upon the Pugliese Coast

200 ft above,
from a sun-soaked perch
without distraction of obstruction
we sipped
on the cool
of the lulling landscape

The rhythmic purposeful journey
of one singular
white-capped bumbling wave
slipping slowly
towards tranquility
a twinkling
pearl-white sandy beach
bustling
with tiny indistinguishable
creatures
content at leisurely play

Then gently,
awareness,
of profound
a sense of silence,
time stopped,
sitting side by side,
a table set
between mutually unspoken
veneration

Entranced
by this stirring moment’s
humming connection
to something
infinitely unknowable
by ordinary means

Peering deeply
into the elegance of
symmetric
perfection,
unhewn beauty
creation’s natural state

In any
one
of its edifying,
myriad configurations:
an orchid-colored
vermillion sunset,
an ancient
flowering tulip tree,
shimmering
wind-blown
silver-grey undulations
of golden-green olive groves,
speckled
with multiple shades of
orange
pink
and rosey
wild flowers,
a herd of snowy white
long-haired
floppy-eared
milking goats,
gently urged by an old man’s
sparkling smile
from beneath his
torn and
worn-out sailor’s cap,
tussles of black and greying hair
pressing forward to protect
his chocolate
mediterranean sun-smooched
salentinian skin,
like the setting of
a perfect postcard
snapshot
in contrast
to sapphire skies
an azure sea

Vulnerable
to its awesome power,
when unexpectedly
confronted
by simple
earthly majesty,
we very human
beings
– tugged
powerlessly,
toward the precipice of beauty’s unrequited lust,
free-fall
into states of suspended
animation,
within the claustrophobic
confines
of the mesmerized
heart

Then shifting,
shifting
outward,
away
from the enduring emptiness of
wanting…
toward the joyful
completeness of connection,
the desire
to set
and be set free,
as though to keep
this one
infinitesimally
minute stingy moment’s
treasure trove of indulgence
to one’s self,
would shatter
its truth
its existence

The stronger the pull
towards the space
between thoughts
transcendending
time & place
the more compelling
an urge
to bask
in its ebullient presence
with another
kindred soul:
a partner, lover,
an intimate friend

We spiritual beings
in human form
drawn
like butterflies to buttercups
to annihilating beauty
as though
subconsciously recognizing
that within its
unmistakable signature,
lie our very own origins,
an unassailable
singularity
with the infinite,
with creation itself

Harshly Said

People speak
to one another
In the most violent and
harshest of ways
Often hiding their guilt
in humor
Preferring to stand
correct
to corrected
On any
and all offense
Being right
and having monopoly
on truths
unknowable to most
Being in control
at all given times
To appear
as
invincibility’s
invulnerable foe
In order
to save face
from the mightily feared
but feeble
fictitious
threatening throngs
Life as a prison yard gangster
Harshly said
is harshly done

Delicious Denial

On any given day
I live

In varying degrees

Of
blinding
deafening
& exquisitely
blissful
denial

Denial

Of
how much money
I have spent

Of
how many
mega & giga bytes
I’ve used
on my incomprehensible
international
data
& calling plans

Of
how much sugar
I have eaten

Of
how much alcohol
I’ve drunk

Of
how disappointing
are the limitations
of love
& of friendship

Of
how numbingly
single
I’ve become

There’s a certain
palpable
joyous solace

In
Living
In

Such heightened states of

Delicious
Exquisitely
Absurd
Denial