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neth jones Nov 2021
Aut
12/09/21

She dresses
colors for the autumn
her hair naturally so
metallic in ginger
she wants to summon in the season early
ring it to her heel
to match her charge

            

27/09/21

welling purple and grey sky
a steady cold rain
the automatic sprinklers
douse the neighbour's lawn

             *


for mid October it's not cold
people dress up out of habit

             *
*

aged couple occupy a park bench
Old Cold White & Doughy
Partnered
Hand in Hand
     sloped into each other like children
          
i never figured out how to make a public bench mine
neth jones Oct 2021
I see a lot of Night Moths by day
                                            this year
they battle along
ground level contours
they risk powdered tissue wings
whapping against your person
I question their mission
and wonder what cause
would be worth
such perilous behaviour ?

            

Spider descends on a fresh thread
new project ?
Changes its mind
re-spools itself

             *


autumn sun and breeze
weeds fringing a vacant lot
settling quiet in me

            


i stop
rabbit is still
rabbit blinks
agreeing to run away
i step and rabbit runs

             *


Birds grounding themselves
energy conservation for Winter ?
they feign at being flightless
and eat ground level berries
neth jones Oct 2021
a wobbily lip

the woe behind the wobbily lip :

a hobbily goblin did cause the wobbily worry
(and the wobbily lip
that did it
woefully
follow)

the hobbily goblin extended a mit
'i mean to be friendly'
suggested this from it

'my name tag says 'Bobert''
it bellowed in a fit

the wobbily lip fled
it's owner scared
socks from its wit
'...You know, for kids !!' - the Coen Brothers & Sam Raimi
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

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