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neth jones Oct 2021
now i am older
and with a told heart i listen

with some alone time
i could really steer
neth jones Oct 2021
absent of the weight ;          
                my baited tongue, silenced                                  
lonely,
            by incision  

cut loose of my deviant given powers
i view the sporting world ;
new void cavities
         going about writhe tasks
                             of peculiar fathom

i train to cast bane                  
                  without word
wicked slight
a rupturing guesture
in place of a verbal spell
neth jones Oct 2021
sun supping                             
eeling at the gland
baiting at the flosses of night
breaks in the dossing vandals
                    sipping at their tempers
they earned their flare             
                    burned out of their daily favour
they mumble home
heart half rowdy
extended version

in the mug of night
tempers
                 when tugged
                                            earn their flare

the park
bored out with teen wrath        
         they brawl at the green space idols ;
            these monuments
jarringly dispersed eyesores
of marble decor
lions,                                        
peacocks,                
                   pineapples
                                                 and ancient greeks
rattled, tagged, spray painted and chipped
defaced at the frenzied hands      
                                of mentally matted groinal youths

a fostered rage

the fiends and furies                        
            occupy the play set
suspended at rest with stain        
reclined at odd angles            
                    with rush in the system
wary and glowing
feeding each other's gaze

underdressed                                
they feel now dew and cold
shaking gestures
contact
awkwardly shared
huffs on each others
vapor, smoke
and oder

(a
curtain
of
fume)

glint :
sun supping
eeling at the gland
sips the flosses of night
nocturnal waning hauled
draining of the nerve

morning gulls and tree rats
raid the trash
(baiting
indifferent gods)
trade
for the dossing vandals        
  
              burned out of their favour
half heart rowdy                
          grumbing obscenity
they attack recycling bins
put the boot to chained bicycles
and ******* a mail box
flaking their way
tweaking the gasp remains of the humour
fumbling their way home
                                     to decline into a tumorous sleep
neth jones Oct 2021
A Chattered Weeping
Tropic heat
    there hangs a grief
      Clung !

Like a cold wet shower curtain
      inhaled by an open window
   suctioned
         mildew mischievous
                against the skin

But this grief ..
       a replenishing ache
      (now scolded from rank)
    and no longer
heaving and hopeless suffocation

duration has operated
neth jones Oct 2021
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mist forgives the city scene
                          of so much
it permits us a slower pace

over the hospital chimneys
a preditor *****
until it catches the heat exhaust and rises
in a tight spiral
15/10/21 lunch break in the fire escape on C7 South
neth jones Sep 2021
exterior
                summer night
streets                            
city                                                            ­
unwelcomely cast                    
                               with blighted solution
an abrasive wash on the senses
like an orange filter                                        
                                    of muted television static
everything is one lit shade                                  
                         ­                    budged shy of a reality

streets city
pried                    
        between the housings                 
          the baked on drain spoilage    
             munched under my tread
dwelling units weigh
                 loud down above me

beat in silence
             no one alights balconies            
a clustered population bulk
no one shares light in this building
             and no one is known to their neighbour

anxious of their fellows                          
they coil
around their trusted genitalia
      soundly
              and despise
neth jones Sep 2021
with flutter faint
          feather a heart
gill wafting of light emotion

demoted
but carried
in a subtle world
  where muted decisions build
here accumulates a coral
                 a tested wisdom
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