I write poems
Because
Long works
Drain me
To think wit’s soul
Is brevity
But in books
A plot mechanizes,
Every poem is up
To interpret
And some see
What they want to,
Clearly,
And everybody
Who reads my poems
Walks away with
A reflection
Is there music in
Rhymes or ciphers
Sometimes
I waste time
And then
Try later
After my mind decides
How to write it
And there it is
As a savage burn
A sprint to see
Who’s closest to figuring
I am
Radio Reality City
It doesn’t matter
What I mean
When I write about
Thor and Lorelei
No catalogue matters
By its references
So long as the content
Is artful as a poem
And another project
Looms over the city
If I live to capture memories,
Watashi ga nani ka
Experiencing for its sake
And intending art to slake
A need for me to tell you
Of obscured Reality
And I don’t know which
Memories are cheating
I know my mortal fleeting
Coil longs for a legacy
Of the things I’ve done
And passions I’ve had
Maybe you know
Who I am
Or have been thanks
To two too
Interpretive and seeing
For four
I am Jake Thomas Shaw
I am Radio Reality City
I write to remember
With a small hope
That when I’m gone
Beautiful still is November
And someone can see
What is Reality
I am destined to live
To interpret simulacrums
Of others’ expression
Into autoquixotics
We are yet so blind
To any other
Too different to live
Too unique to die
As we quietly wonder
The question of: why
Are we all here?
This is…
A poem of memory
Interpreted by a
Synthetic android
For all I know
I hope what happens
When you fix this is see
Is that
It’s not just about
Obscura and confusion
No tangible codes or
Abstract fantasy
All things than can be
Are Reality
Consume Reality! 