-

the hands–
they still move

when i was too little
to know what it was,

i slobbered all over it
and knocked it over

daddy would just
wipe it off

check the time

and put it back on
the night stand

—

they still move...



s jones
2023




.

A three-ring circus,
No animals/acrobats,
Just pathetic clowns.

She Comes.

By way of storm.

the waters winding
in a fury of death.

And She. is painting
the sky

Black.

For now.

I only have 5 minutes
To spare this poetry
Here it goes:

5.
I do not wish to be seen
Said the old man in me
So leave me alone
Cause I don't want to be

4.
For I've been running away
This is what I hate
And I envy everyone else
Who are not in the same fate.

3.
What have I become?
Where will I go?
The questions are left unanswered
And I've searched high and low.

2.
To be strong once more
In my world full of doubt
To be strong while I lose
In my latest bout.

1.
I wish I had more time
Just like before
I only have 5 minutes
And I wish I had more.

I'm lonely as a
dancing ghost in
empty Halls,
waltzing through
memories of a
Banquet set for
many, yet no one arrived.

I long for
her on winter nights
when Christmas is a lie.

I touched the Moon
One night in June
And gave it to a bug.
He carried it home
All alone
And put it on his rug.

here they come
like a phantom leak
as if they could be wrong.

two slender fangs of love
behaved, and wielding truth

wipe clean the ****** slate
drag the curtain 'cross the sky
turn my vision black and say,
"i have loved you
for too long."

i would call you savior
if that was what you were,
but my savior watches on
keeping dominion over you.