http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jshajer The original writings of author Jake Hajer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776264398 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A $1.35  Everyone else as soon beDrunk or asleepThe black jazz bar maiden, w***e house keeperI pay a $1.35 To use her wetTo smell her pitsTo swoon at her gutter gutturallyTo walk in my mind’s clouds and her perfumed street steamThe black jazz bar maiden, w***e h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231204/ Going Crazy at Night  Romantically saying you need psychatirst in the witches’ night brewRun, rain, running drownin muddy Midwest rivers of tap pouring fixturesIn brown beer floods of carbonated air. Where the thoughts swim and words stumbleCrazy and sweatin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231202/ November Monday in Uptown  Wrinkle-crack Skin burning through monthsOf cloudsCement city cogsDrains swirling dregsCoffee blood and gum band-aidesWith homeless surgeons feeding ofHMO garbage cansSnarling snare drum ELSparkingFuneral procession rhythmHeavy bar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231193/ Mythical Jan II  If chrome evaporatedIf pewter pottery dissolvedBehind forgottenIf mirrors were shot-gun splinteredTo the ripped canvass sky by the earth’sSlighted volcano skinIf soldered raindrops were smearedTo a cold powder-pasteBy a giant’s iron shop c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231191/ Monet Dusk  Sinking to blackIn cloud mountainDepthsOf cliché adjectivesFlaming for a martyr’s deathBlowing blurBurning in crayons As lovers dieHugging in a field of brownstoneLiliesAnd smoke stackDandelions  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231190/ 3PM; The End of Time  The colors are muted in a smogBlurAnd the deep listless greyBreath of an aging parade crowd of loitersBuss fluffDelivery truck wallowBuzz-begEverything elseCriss-crossingAlways leavingOr being takenBroadway bar coffin seatsStuffedFo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231189/ Crowd  Seeing eye- -dog yanked as a blind woman reflects Coffee and bags dotA moving leg thatchmetal smear and light splatterin the shattered pane of an intersection.Glass frames surreal make-up paint and drawing to focus, bright Renior eyes.They’re so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231187/ D Minor  The sun goes away as the earth turns its backThrough all the nasty particlesCalloused brown building bricks turn make-up blush orangeOf course windows reflect the lightblinding me to the point of steering to the unknownKnow that the honest things are cloudy a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231186/ Discounted Misanthrope smut s***sin glittering dirt Holding my handand bending their thighsskirts were made for thisWith sloe-eyed smilesand bar tabs rising-We’re buried in a building barin an expensive cityof worn dirty dollar daysCounting penniesin a penniless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231184/ Dying Tropical Fish  On the nomad bricksA yellow heart trippingTo the beat of a potholeFlaming for yearsCrusted clown Wet of silly tearsFlailing between the cracksEmotional scales curling Up on the endsGrilledGillsHaving never been in waterAnimating gaspsCon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jshajer/231183/