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 other things that I'd rather not mention here.

Home on New Year’s Day

A whole lifetime’s past
since I saw you last
leaving the house this morn’
in blue champion sweats
a hat, to cover your ears
from the new year’s biting dawn.
From a goose down berth
billowing to the seams
silky tufted quills, prick
then make me sneeze
eyes watering
nausea turns my head
into a swirling cobalt carousel
of pink and white
papier-mâché ponies.
Incidental moments, telescope
one into another
then all into the next
each keeping company
with a scattered band
of park bench brothers.

Thinking, Thoughtlessly 

Eyes sweep left
they bob, reel right
mindlessly observing
spinning briny bales
unfurling foamy white

Rolling blue thunder
yields the veiled, crisp horizon
powdered with crystal mist
oxygen roars on a corkscrew jet
crashing…
a salty-surf hisses, whispering: dissipate!

Drowning the din, the months
of full and monkey-mind moons
twisted, furled, entangled
ruminations…
vanish!
like a purging breath
‘neath the thunderous
ocean’s boom

Spice of Asparagus

The rain pelted, popping
…like corn
exploding!
‘gainst steamy crystal window panes
while th’exquisite, pungent
bellowing
spice of asparagus
clung, lingering …
arousing a longing, arousing a hunger
for the hard, nameless, brawny swain’s
glimmering, limering eyes
where had he come from?
what could it mean?
how could I seize its clinging
insatiable, its lusty allure
and bottle it…
forever?

G-Force

He’s the one, it’s clear as day
the night is coal with clarity. Noo…
he’s the one! the bacharach sings
in perfect pitch, my wetted finger
tracing ’round to ring its beveled
crystal rim

And’s always felt I’ve known that tune
without a doubt
yes, that’s the one!
whose melody I’ll draw
into my lungs, like oxygen

Of screaming…
teenagers
riding rickety, wooden terror
coasting electric, rolling rails
metallic squealing, slings us outward…
plummeting corkscrew
twisted trails

Sinking inky, ecstatic plunge
black oblivious, abounding abyss
bubbling, buoyant, bouncing, brighter
looming surface hues of blue
shades of tranquil, shades of golden

Azure skies unshackle…
my, centripetally shanghaied
shallow breath

Labor Day Longing

A certain bright sadness
lights on labor day weekend; hangs
dreamily
in the humid
suspended, salty breeze
jealous echoes long
for June’s fervent repaid promise
its budding, revivifying
fulgent summer sun

Passing seasons prompt an image:
giddy, peace-seeking beach pilgrims
beneath pastel-colored parasols
and savagely handsome
brawny bearded gadabouts
rugged faceless men
– mostly
the ones wade nakedly
seeking treasures
in their tightly-tailored
flesh-colored suits
knee-high through low-tide
sea marshes
and gilded scorching sand dunes
the ones, no one
ever hardly…
rarely ever, seems to meet

Driving mindlessly
barring on-ramps
choking route 6 from use
staking claim to my beaches
buying blue fish in schools
blocking tables to devour
my outer cape lobster
in candlelit, oceanfront hipsterants
they pillage my stores
imbibe at my bars
dance the night
to electronic beats

On tight steamy floors
make love to the eager
our sightless, our jaded
our local strangers
then suddenly, they vanish
like a sprightly ocean wolf
beneath the towering
rhythmic surf, an inhale
then a ROAR
falls crashing, and it shimmers
‘neath a longing harvest moon…
bequeaths
its incandescent essence
to’n abandoned
silver shore