neth jones

neth jones Mar 2021

i ring life to a cigarette
lit from off my stove
i review an organic future
and stew in idea features

the great ***** failure
a break from my personal regret
and the burnt soup
on the back burner
on the global state
i must dutifully reflect
i huff upon my cigarette

ignite

i feed to life a forrest fire
engorges beyond the expected
life fends suffering their airways
      and their burns
          all the rage in the cities
meets the harbour
           and sets out to sea on great swirling patterns
               buoyant garbage
charred underground
gas eruptions
it's an opening invite
      to the earths core and furnace
                                     and the devils
                                     and forks
to recreate all habitation
cleared igneous surface
tough, porous, fertile grip

neth jones Mar 2021

coming down with something

I discharge ;
   a laugh without kindle
(not from the origin of tune
         and mastication)
from an orifice of wound

a hack of mushroomy dry fleck :
the taste touches the back of the airways
  and takes to the brain in an ail

    ideas slurry
my actions blur
I fumble about my living space
my balance
        pained ears
fall to floor
      an ug at the back my throat
I laugh from all fours
    vision reddens
unhinged at the jaw
      my neck
shoulder muscles punting
my logged and leaden head lolling
   a laugh of hurt
a ******* of saliva
        detonates on the carpet
is there blood in that  ?
sickness on the verge
                 of being brutally provided

"So dramatic !"
my wife passes me a glass of fruit juice
                             and an aspirin
         preventing the transformation
                a gentle chiding

original version ....

[a laugh without kindle
from a wound not an orifice
a mastication of ills and soothes
a not quite mushroom smell
pained ears
an ug at the back of the throat]

#sick #ill #man #flu #humour

neth jones Mar 2021

scuff

life is ...
          strangled

much is laid out
          to shuck 'stragglers'
               and fetter the 'off kilter'

passive weeding ?
               or bleeding with medicinal leeches ?

there is a structure facing inward
people making unkind demands of one another
a fussing
a fusing of their time made 'important'
a holding bond
   alluring and repulsing
                  maintaining a close hovering gap
in the name of a darkly compromised species dream

#short #society #human #inhuman

neth jones Mar 2021

PDA

fingers surveying
prints scuttle
             and
                  rill
; surface tips over dermis
shopping for a grip
a private tuck
or a filled skin to cup
warm and flushed bodies
digits cramming
                   under bodied clothings
with senses entire
               in this distraction
heed is ceded
of public location
and the approach of the authorities
with toys
uniform
                       and ammunition

#short #relationships #foreplay #***

neth jones Mar 2021

1010

respiring corridors
   interior hospital night

outside
                silenced
                                  the winter
away facing
                       patient pacing

    in palliative care
for the age-ed out expiring
     iterations of ejecting death
       darkly dressed haggy wet breaths
        beds engaged
          berths of great ferment

corridor ; raked in
corridor ; ridden out squalling

a patient who has yet to reach
   the concluding condition of his fellows
bellows
   'Shut The **** Up'
mad for sleep
he's lost compassion

The corridor labours on

#palliative #dying #winter #short #breathing

neth jones Feb 2021

attire

Witnessed uprooting :
                              ritual
                                                                       in the piracy of night
bare
your sinning
                               skin-suit
unhuman-you
                                 your human right
time fled along
                             ebrius
                                                     when i witnessed
your trespass
                   your violation
                                                              you
                                                             uprooting the root
in the rivalry
                             of the night

up
upon the morning
                         you raise your muzzle blighted
turn your unprocessed head
                                   to retrieve social frequency
                                                             tune in to the light
cold dew on a damaged lawn
you collect your togs
                                                        your paraphernalia
                                                and pick your way tender:
        a rejoining propulsion
                  toward the convulsive city
to bed yourself
                 beneath its
quickening day
hungover
in selfish
wit

"At dawn the dews of Heaven dry away:
The seeds of Hell are sown again today."
- Issa

#short #night #drunk

neth jones Feb 2021

-Withheld-

Retreating from
  weighty day of toil
I settle my slack
  on tailored sprawl of lawn
Compressed soil radiating ;
  tapped battery
  of a day's warmth
Life is raised through my cartridge
  I stretch out
  receiving reptile charge

Aimed shyly
   at the expansive dark bedding of night sky
     speckled
         pierced
     pecked at with pinholes...
each emitting brilliance
firing out fuel
  exhaust from further worlds
                less adulterated than our own

There is a correspondence
  amongst the insects in the grass
ticking, clicks and tats
  like static amongst laundry
There's a great correspondence out there
  in the night sky

here am
   invulnerable human
    suburban and secure
   belly...

a cross draft
   from the open basement window
              invades me
eggy sulphur burping from the drains
an organic degassing from below my house

: Betrayed !

my feeling passes
the stars behave stagnant
       and dismissive of me
; withholding glove oblivion ;
the clouds step in
  like a quick curtain
  over some 'lewd private show'
(must I pay more
                  to see more ?)
My world is kept restrictive
; a muzzling

I bare the weight still
      of the days wetter ill
Better off indoors
        filtered
            of my own dander
and projected upon
        by a feeding screen

homework

#suburbia #homework #stars #lawn #insects #battery