As Ye Deities Scream (Sometime in mid-February, Around Thanksgiving)

by Jordan Veres

I remember three different mountain bikes

And submitting my poetry

That no one ever likes.

I took it upon myself

To chase a wild dream.

I repaired to Vermont Claire

Image credit: Nik on Unsplash

Where the hills roll gently

The clouds are like linen

And the breeze is calm and fair.

I soon began work

As a local grocery store clerk.

But I was not to be promoted

For I could not stay all that long

I whispered quietly to the wind

That, deep inside of me,

Was something horribly wrong.

I quickly left town

I wore a baggy sack suit

That was tacky and brown.

When I reached my new destination

I was starting to question creation

And beginning to wonder

Why I always felt so inadequate.

I needed to bite the fat

With a kindred spirit

But I was all alone.

I dashed to the phone

But then recalled

How the invention

Had yet to be devised.

So instead I threw a stone

Against the uneven road

My head was about to explode

When I saw a bright light

Pierce the night sky

I could not help but wonder why

You were not there with me to see it.

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Jordan Veres

Jordan Veres is a Jewish musician/songwriter/composer/lyricist/producer, shutterbug, poet, sculptor, artist, and welder currently residing in the Upstate of South Carolina. If you need to contact Jordan, he can be reached at krupafan8@gmail.com or, if you are interested in hearing his music, he can be found on YouTube as The Dearest Truth (General Variety).