A Jacket Torn By Jasen Sousa
A Jacket Torn
For days, it didn’t move a muscle,
its life had taken a different path.
People hustled by it on their way to work,
lying flat on its back, there it sat.
A dirty color denim
torn to shreds,
dark red stains, flowing veins,
signs that it once had bled.
Existing with its buttons missing,
stitches coming apart at the seams,
A JACKET TORN,
I wonder what it means?
Where are its matching jeans?
Imagine the story this jacket
might have written inside of its pockets?
If only this jacket talked…
Its sleeves were reaching for help,
or they were simply wanting
to remember how skin felt.
The nameless frame which this jacket covered
and the soul which seemed to melt.
This jacket full of holes,
as empty and hollow
as a dreamer’s goals.
Taking its new form,
this lifeless jacket, dirty and torn.
Sitting on a concrete wall during a sunny day
or a violent storm.
More than just a piece of clothing
someone use to adorn,
a jacket torn,
by whom was it worn?
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
For days, it didn’t move a muscle,
its life had taken a different path.
People hustled by it on their way to work,
lying flat on its back, there it sat.
A dirty color denim
torn to shreds,
dark red stains, flowing veins,
signs that it once had bled.
Existing with its buttons missing,
stitches coming apart at the seams,
A JACKET TORN,
I wonder what it means?
Where are its matching jeans?
Imagine the story this jacket
might have written inside of its pockets?
If only this jacket talked…
Its sleeves were reaching for help,
or they were simply wanting
to remember how skin felt.
The nameless frame which this jacket covered
and the soul which seemed to melt.
This jacket full of holes,
as empty and hollow
as a dreamer’s goals.
Taking its new form,
this lifeless jacket, dirty and torn.
Sitting on a concrete wall during a sunny day
or a violent storm.
More than just a piece of clothing
someone use to adorn,
a jacket torn,
by whom was it worn?
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)