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neth jones Jul 2019
Marble
Warrrbol
Marble
(warble)
marble-warble
WHARBALLLL
MHARBALLLL
warble
marble-marble...
Variations can be made on the fly according to mood and individual
neth jones Jul 2019
Suckling at the ghost ****
full-feast in your slumber
button beast in a swaddle-veil
bellying about
in your dream business
free of reference
and unlearned

Sleep people
Sleep staff
Sleep doctors and Sleep teachers
mental attractions and morphing playmates
recasting to the tune
of your barbaric vagary
flashing charm for your attentions
flicking at the inner eye

Pup napping
is now ghost scrapping
you have a sleep grin
in your very first fight
perhaps you are winning ?
Two Months Today

The Factory of your Recreates
and Docile Development
neth jones Jul 2019
minding care of sun
i step outside cautiously
finding repulsion

observe the day golds
refolds in time proceeding
i flee ; propulsion

arbor shield timely
stop-rest inner ******
heartbeat, kind pulsion
welcome tinkering

without reference
what is i ?

hello
blade of glass
neth jones Jul 2019
Don’t let the medium dry
Moisten This Creation                                   
by ANY MEANS necessary

It’s vulnerable

For This Creation to become pedestal WE MUST :

feed it
off of a capillary bag

mist it
under a dense healthy breath

lead it
to suckle an engorged breast

For
IF WE DO NOT
we risk it becoming husk ;
good only for digs and dust shops.

For This Creation, WE MUST queue

with our blood tapped
and ready

our breeding fluids
our various flows carefully labelled
and in sterile pouches

our donor cards filled out
steady for sacrifice

Keep This Creation wet
and it shall be a beacon
a call to awareness
a beckon of craft for us all
and not some common art-hole
In time THE CREATION SHALL SERVE US
Arts’ Monster
It’s vulnerable
(a toothed Whale out of water
  awaiting a machine strong enough
  to return it to the ocean)
neth jones Jul 2019
I corpse the lie
with lively brilliance
and placed detail

I panel over the guilt
a quilt that I don’t heal

I maintain none of the muscle ticks
or gestures
that engaging humans fashion

Nothing shows
as I
in simple say
that
I Love You

It’s a glove I wear
and bare for you
so that I may keep your company
which I value over most things
Playing human
Acquiring good company
neth jones Jul 2019


Been drinkin’ The Devil

but ****** run dry

I’ve drunk to his memory

and thirst after his family


I attended the funeral

pretended to cry

approached the open bar

and began to pry my luck

Bartender was most generous

Said he once was the Devils’ mascot

he poured me something unfamiliar

I awoke

scratching the inside of the casket


                         - i think I’m gonna be sick
Spelling has been corrected and minor alterations made, where the obvious intent and what was written deviated.
neth jones Jul 2019
and then the churches
not a climbing peel
not the telling of bells
but an absense felt
a spirit skin hammering out the pressure
the clung tongues of worry
Babel Tolls

Fellowing
then following
and opposing this
A deprevision blow to the senses
a ballooning calm
A nature of electricity makes itself stage, tone
and is source of beacon
A strobe of invitation
past the the mid mark of night
This is verse  ? of an ongoing project. It overlaps words I’m using in current poems.
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