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06/16/2026

POSTED FROM A
BATHROOM STALL

I know that you told me,
that we are over,
but I can wait
for you
to change your mind.
Maybe tomorrow night,
you'll tell me “come over.”
We'll eat TV dinners
and share
some Barefoot wine.

I'm drunk,
and I'm wired
and I'm stumbling
as I fumble for
my last bent smoke.
I'd like to laugh
at the punchline
but life sometimes
is a really bad joke.

I wrote a poem
that was a letter to you
and I posted it
in a bathroom stall.
It got more likes
than I ever received,
but of course you didn't
see it at all.

Tell me babe,
where did you go?
Saw the picture
on your media show.
Must have been far away.
Because it's summertime
and you were
playing in the snow

You must have smirked
when I tried to call you
late at night
on my bat phone.
My words dance
like a media circus,
but I'm still dancing
all alone.

I penned an apology
straight from my heart
and posted it
from a bathroom stall.
It went as viral
as my heartache
but you didn't even
see it at all.

Going to therapy
my first session
was at eight o clock
on the dime.
Lost a staredown
with my breakfast
and didn't show up
until quarter to nine.

I'm stoned,
and wired
and talking too fast
for you to even understand.
I've got a plan
to win you back,
but in the end,
all I got are plans.

Wrote you a note,
to bare my heart,
posted it from
a bathroom stall.
It got more shares,
than that kid
with the eyebrows,
but you never did
see it at all.

©2026
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.



Run time: 02:03

06/15/2026

LOVE IS ENOUGH

Amidst thunderous cacophony,
titter of fools whisper blasphemy.
On littered shorelines, whale bones.
In deserts baked fleeting, all alone.
Wandering the devil's path,
after serenade roundly rebuffed.
I'll gaze into your sightless heart.
and know that love is enough.

Beyond cracked ghetto streets,
far past the rich man's vineyard.
Over the moon and back again,
blessed pain of the unhindered.
Meandering tightrope of life,
fall to death or ever hang tough.
I'll take your broken finger hand,
and know that love is enough.

Conquering personal demons,
closeted skeletons laid to rest.
Burning a Bible, for I am cold,
Leap of faith needs no paper test.
Walking home from the Church bar,
Weakened soul, have to be tough.
I'll hold your disfigured face
in my hands and know,
that love is enough.

©2026
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.



Run time: 91:38

06/12/2026

SEVEN NEW POEMS WRITTEN…
HELP ME DECIDE WHICH ONES TO POST FIRST!

I love doing this because it is a fun and interactive way to get YOU involved in deciding the order of my upcoming poetry posts.

Please examine the list below and choose UP TO FOUR TITLES that intrigue you the most. It really does help!

Upcoming poems:

RED TENDRILS

ANOTHER NPD

JELLY DONUT

LOVE IS ENOUGH

TOM FULLERY

POSTED FROM A BATHROOM STALL

GREENSTICK

______________________________________

06/09/2026

***from the vault***

S O U L P U S H I N G S I D E W A Y S

Yeah!
Oh yeah.

Soul pushing sideways,
bleeding black
as I kill the light.
Oh baby!
Feel it breaking,
cut me loose
I will survive.

Expelling my shell.
Damn you know it's hell
and I will never tell
your darkest
secret.
Pain a way of life.
Can't pull out the knife.
Fate, a blind spaewife.
My tarot pull
is the three of swords.

Hell.
Took it like a man.
Burned bibles
'til I saw the light.
Damn!
Head is pounding.
Kitchen sink
overflowing blood.
And…

Take away my shell.
You will never tell,
of my private hell
Broke your
cross in two.
Night's a temptress blind.
My insides will unwind.
Don't mistake my kind-
ness for weakness.

Now you know
fear and control
reside in darkest holes
of the mind.
Try to unwind
grotesque dreams
where centipedes scream
a maggot stream
as the cream curdles.
Running into hurdles
a girdle stained red.
Cinched to the head
as the lamp bulb
explodes in a room
where shadow ghosts live
without human hosts.

Yeah.
My bloodline
is fu**ed up.
Out of luck
born in the dark.
Don't know
where I'm bound.
Only that
I'm falling part.

And my heart
is so uncaged.
Can you feel my rage.
Turn the final page
on this poet plight.
And I'm out of
time to pull
the plug.
Insanity's a drug.
Every single hug
has teeth
that just won't
fu***ng
let go.

I'll drive lost highways.
Never looking back,
my soul pushing sideways.

©️2023
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.



Run time: 02:39

06/04/2026

"Exactly"

I watched you,
watching me,
as you walked by.

Bounty of your hair
like corn silk,
under a yellow sun sky.

I remember dancing
with you at the fair.
Your lips pressed to mine.

Honeysuckle/Raspberry,
like the finest
vintage wine.

"Is…something wrong?" you ask,
as I blink and focus.
"Just remembering us,”I say
and look away.

"Um, but we've never met."
Matter of factly.

I look into
the pools of your eyes
and say one word…

"Exactly."

©️2023
Jimmy Ray Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.

06/02/2026

SONDERKOMMANDO

I am the one
who took your arm,
escorted you to death.
Heard you die,
within stone walls,
your screams,
your last breath.
I am quite familiar,
someone that you know,
mine is art of betrayal
I am
Sonderkommando.

I burn your bodies,
after death,
my soul knows no relief.
I pick your fingers,
for your rings,
I pull out your gold teeth.
My life may be threatened,
I continue with no soul.
I work them so I am
Sonderkommando.

Decades have passed,
my spirit dies,
with every passing day.
Yet death is
to good for me,
In anguish I must stay.
I should have took
a bullet,
over betrayal, hard and cold.
I linger still,
dying alive,
Sonderkommando.

©2026
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.

05/28/2026

NOT GROW UP

I would like to not grow up,
to drink the regret in your cup.
and go to work every day.

I like to be tucked in at night,
be sure to leave on a light,
keep the monsters at bay.

Sometimes when I am bad,
I get punished by my Dad.
It's the heart that hurts the most.

When I am good, my momma will,
let me stay up, watch Benny Hill,
and eat sugar, butter toast.

Don't want to grow up, it's true
so I never end up like you.
just want to play with my toys.

Life is good not always great,
better make sure to clean your plate.
Remember boys will be boys.

I have fun play with my friends
until I get the belt again.
I will never be like you.

Tonka trucks and tinker toys,
flying kites and making noise.
Better than the grownup blues.

Running free and laughing wild,
the magic of being a child,
I will never do what you did.
I will never hurt my kids…

©2026
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.



Run time: 01:41

05/27/2026

NO ONE BUT YOU

If I looked
in the dark for you,
Would I find the way back
to skies of blue?
Wandering
this cold world,
to find my girl.
There must be a way
to bring you back.

No one but you
could make me want to go on.
Nobody but you,
is worth waiting for dawn.

If I died could we be
together again.
In Elysian Fields,
with my love and
my best friend?
I know the last words
I said, hurt you so.
I'm so sorry my love,
I hope you know

No one but you,
will ever kiss my lips.
No one else,
will ever make
my heart do flips.

I read about a Shaman,
and a dead trance.
Should I tempt fate,
for just one last dance?
All I know is that
I can't go on without you.
I'm a zombie with no soul,
a wanderer, a fool.

No one but you,
will ever hold my hand.
Nobody else,
could ever understand.
No words, no dreams,
no love.
I cannot find my place
in this world.

No one
else,
will ever
do.

©2026
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.



Run time: 01:54

05/26/2026

MOUNTAIN GARNET

As a young woman in Montana,
my Mountain Garnet
he called me as the mine
yawned and stretched,
the fetching of its ore
and the lore of which
we lived.

Come hither to me,
Mountain Garnet
of our Hamlet's namesake,
showering me with
affection and a
protection unknown
to the ladies of the lake
and I languished
in his burly chest,
the rest falling
by another wayside.

My Gentleman Jim
and the hymns we'd sing,
his Mountain Garnet,
shining at the touch
of his large hands,
both strong and gentle.

I never felt more loved,
more valued ever when
and years later,
A Baltimore spinster,
without a sister
and affixed to the books,
my only friends.

When I close my eyes,
I melt again under his touch,
his body molded unto mine
and inside where my fire
burned as the hells themselves.

Perhaps I will stay
this way,
eyes sealed from reality.
A simple mountain garnet,
longing for Montana,
and dreaming
of how he
set me free…

©2026
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.



Run time: 01:56

05/21/2026

Shattered Fragments

Immerse yourself
in my pool of words,
Just know they
don't define me.
They are merely
shattered fragments,
An enigma of
who I might be.
See the shades
of black, of white,
with just a splash
or two of color?
Orphaned snakes
and razorblades
all begot from
an earthbound Mother.
Spewed into the
rhyme of time,
with a ghost of a
chance to care.
From crib of life
to bed of death
in a blink from
here to there.
The fortunate will be
nurtured and loved,
others only
cruelty and pain.
Those are the
unholy faction,
who'll grow murderous
and insane.
The lucky ones
will traverse halls
of institutions and schools.
Somewhere in those
sanctioned walls,
they'll discover
my word pools.
Just know they
don't define me
merely shattered
ancient fragments,
For in a hundred
gutter years,
will they enlighten
or be stagnant?

©2007, 2026
J. Raymond Davis
Wordmachinist Publishing
All rights reserved.

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