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all my mistakes in life
add weight to a scale
of self-judgement–

so far i sense
a balance—

yet it feels to me like
i've let so much ballast
get washed overboard...




s jones
2022



.

I need to plug into your symphony
listen for the strains of your heart
pull myself apart from my tense doing
slow down, dive deeper, below the surface,
then ride the ripples to the distant shore
of your gentle, loving soul.

Title lost in one fell swoop
The left hand held the ace,
Portraiture of destitution’s
Fools chanced quick about-face.
Should have shown the King of Hearts
Rightly kept the Queen
Played instead an interception
Game of in between…..
Been this ****** way all my life
Folly chasing foil,
Dreams of cleaning up a pile
In plunging deep for oil,
Cursed, I seldom  got there,
Chasing failure’s ghost.
Instead I played my ******* ace
Then watched his straight flush coast.

M.
Smoked in a dim, dark place.
26 January 1967

That bubble of a moon is 
playing peek-a-boo behind
the wispy night sky.
Confirming to me
everyone's lunacy.
Words stick to the
roof of my mouth
like peanut butter.
It could have been 
a better world,
I should have been a
better man.

January snowflakes
are like guilt falling from
the sky.
little frozen starfish...
cold and raw on 
the soul, and tongue.

  

.

I dance the dance of long forgotten flowers
Field of white marigolds
The beautiful sight makes me happy, makes me want to sing and glow.
I am the mary of my garden, sweet mary gold.
I will swirl in the the dance of lovers  up to heaven
Up in golden dress I’ll go.
To a place where all the light is
Where my lovers love will grow.
Flowers gate to lovers heaven
I am mary,
all the way I dissolve and go.
Leave golden sparkles behind me on my field of marigolds.

Shell✨🐚