Cover of Two Poems by Tyler Jones

    Two Poems by Tyler Jones

    Let’s Try This Again

    Grabs cup of tea.

    Snuggle up in chair.

    Preferably with socks on,

    Even though you made it go

    Below 68 on the thermostat.

    No you’re not a brat.

    It’s how you like it.


    Taps mug.

    Opens notes app.

    Gets distracted by social media.

    Sees a memory pop.

    Sends memory to friend.

    Reminisces fondly.

    Focuses up.


    Opens laptop.

    Turns on computer.

    It’s time for a hardware update.

    Computer restarts by itself

    Because it’s left on auto update.

    Hates that function.

    Waits 15 minutes because

    Laptop is old.

    Too broke to buy another.


    Bored while waiting.

    Goes to YouTube to play music.

    Preferably lo-fi beats.

    Beats channel has changed picture.

    Doesn’t matter.

    It’s chill.

    Time to unwind.

    Runs out of tea.

    Goes to make another because

    This is basically breakfast.


    Goes to cabinet but

    Favorite tea is gone and

    Earl Grey is what you must settle for.

    Pot is still surprisingly hot

    Because luckily

    But dangerously

    You left the stove on.

    Pours the water and tea is done.


    Goes back to computer.

    It’s finally ready.

    Turns it on.

    Opens google docs.

    It’s time.

    Productively from the blinking

    Dot is here to save the day.


    Stares at screen for

    At least for fifteen minutes.

    Closes laptop.

    Walks away.

    Glad you got some writing

    Done today.


    Selling Sunsets

    Happiness for sale and

    All that makes me well.

    Words that fed my soul,

    Made me whole when I felt

    Hollow and I wallowed,

    Increase my account

    When I don’t have any

    Means of getting anything to

    Eat or paying for where I sleep.

    Words keep food on the table

    But I hate what kept me stable

    Has eyes reading what

    Sowed me back together

    When I was unraveling.

    Constantly battling if I

    Hide the notes that

    Filled my hole or burn the

    Pages just to have another

    Page to burn in my urn.

    Light is wasting away but I’m

    Feeling myself start to fade

    As pages are laid to a

    Timely but profitable waste.