Monday, March 9, 2015


the silence inside was nice, not a doubt
my heart was laid dormant as summer stone
though chaos encircled and ransacked about
those stillborn emotions resembled a home

aching pulled aching far away, further out
a dull heart too dumb to have ever have known
I had renounced all hope of love unannounced
and flooded fields of joy without a shout

drowning out, drowning in
a pure void of bliss and null
for deadened hearts don't dare to sin
only anguish in the damning lull

— Jason Kichline

Monday, November 17, 2014


Light floods just out of reach
Set atop the highest peaks
Where angels fly and come to rest
And fix a halo upon the crest

"Screw's loose", or so was feared
To those who've gathered through the years
Young and old, to mend the flaw
With Rusty's ladder against the wall

We set it straight and pulled the chain
Then held it firm against terrain
So he who feared not death nor heights
Could climb above and fix the lights

Quick and calm, he knew what's right
Then sealed the deal up good and tight
Confirmed it'd last for many years
And descended down like steady tears

It only took a moment more that day
A task that came and whisked away
But in my mind it left a mark
A prickled speck amidst the dark

That day that Rusty answered the call
To climb and rise above us all
Fearless, rough and full of fight
He shines beyond the grasp of night

— Jason Kichline

Friday, June 14, 2013

I'd Marry You

"I'd marry her", was my terse reply
an easy answer to a tough question
though I've only seen you a sister, I...
I admit I have a slight confession

I sensed you'd touch my timid soul
your essence shy on ocean breeze
it wafted around a sunrise lull
begging me to bring you teas

your husband here, my wife was home
young campers waking from the sand
but simple love tugged hearts to roam
that freshened feel of new, held hands

we never touched, but from that day
I paid the guard who held the door
who kept the prying eyes away
from beauty I've never seen before

but seen it since, I dare not say
for time and trouble had roiled it up
like sand awash in a weathered fray
life spit the seed back in the cup

I learned the news five years too soon
and seven years again too late
but love's as lasting as the dunes
that shift and shimmy around a fate

you held in tears as you poured out
a pain that's lasted an eternity
a singeing, searing, silent shout
for love, acceptance and certainty

you didn't hear me then, I doubt
I hope my heart did tell it true
instinctively it flat called out
once again, "I'd marry you"

— Jason Kichline

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


I'd been there waiting, only loneliness forgot
she sometimes parks in a dark, forgotten lot
hungry, we retired from our most tiresome task
enforcing rules of the roads we'd traveled too fast

then alone, she entered with a welcoming chime
the kind that prompts hosts to focus space and the time
and rushed to the front desk was a most scrawny chap
with a menu in hand to a yet unmarked map

but where would she sit in a place built for just twos?
togetherness seemed like such an unpleasant rouse
and why was she forced in such unnatural ways?
for craving a man for fear of time ticking days

a corner table emerged from near the front door
small and unnoticed and not too far from the roar
of a fire stoked warm near the entrance of hearts
warmed close as if embraced from the sum of our parts

my eyes drew to hers in a most momentous haze
she tickled my soul as her gaze glanced and did graze
between unmentioned memories of two strangers felt
so I simply laid down the hand I had been dealt

"two", I spoke in shock and signed the fine maƮtre d'
as if all of this time, she'd been waiting for me
then I saw in the depths of that dim, darkened place
a glimmer of gladness grace the edge of her face

see, we each follow hunger through the dark of the night
opening pathways towards a more welcoming light
we seek merely a meal or a drink to sustain
but really acceptance is our most honest aim

so for now we remembered in time's shifting sands
through talking and laughing and a holding of hands
not for what we'd take home or for cheap one night stands
but for what rises above in what chance understands

– Jason Kichline

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Blush and Blue

purity falls afresh on you
silken as the morning dew
unspoken vows, anointed lips
that smiles past your timid hue

you're my friend, I know it true
I don't know why, I hope I do
perhaps it's of our friendly quips
or love of life, of God, of you

so forgive me for my vantage view
for your beauty's of the perfect few
that stole my eye, that grabbed a glimpse
of porcelain skin, an unbundled two

did you see what I saw through?
like Adam's Eve's awareness grew
or am I safe to come to grips
with simple shame and hampered hips
as Jacob's blessing did imbue
while wrestling between the blush and blue

– Jason Kichline

Monday, May 28, 2012


she glanced at me, an eager cheat
perched upon black vinyl throne
of dull chrome
fallen faithful
lulled eyes
a hulled soul

I watched her, a faceless treat
wrapped in thin air and wear
in smoke choked
sound pounded
dark caresses between
unbound breasts

it was there I noticed the creases
hard lines cut through years
careless wisps mixed with fears
and thighs oiled
sweet fragrance of
intimacy foiled where
Washington's await to be soiled

her eyes told me her story
38, a single mother of two
weary of worldly worry
and the men she knew

so she bargains with her body
worth more than I could throw
revealing more than I can know
but I know...
and I want to know

my heart descends into the dark
beckoning for a connection
one more dance
one more glance
one more chance
one more thing to say...
on that day before Mother's Day

– Jason Kichline

Tuesday, May 1, 2012


the draw of night lures him away
seeping between the cracks of sleep
his eyes driving into the deep
she beckons him anyway to stay

alone, her depth, her body sways
a lonely heart desperate, leaps
thumping hard on supple heaps
ancient inhibitions fray

she finds his eyes, unties his gaze
fingers swelling through his maze
a tingle, a tangled heightened haze
brushing skin and fabric waves

touch enfolds, unlocking ways
to treasured trinkets in the keep
turned and twisted, pressured peep
a groan, a sigh, unconscious phrase

uncaged, inevitably life plays
with passions of who comes and stays

– Jason Kichline