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3d · 52
Witnessed uprooting :                  
        ­                                                               in the piracy of night
your sinning          
                                 your human right
time fled along      
                                                     when i witnessed
your trespass
                   your violation
                                                       ­       you
                                                             uprooting the root
in the rivalry
                             of the night

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
in selfish
"At dawn the dews of Heaven dry away:
The seeds of Hell are sown again today."
- Issa
Feb 1 · 84
neth jones Feb 1
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
     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

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
            of my own dander
and projected upon
        by a feeding screen
Jan 31 · 147
neth jones Jan 31
fits of ******* with a savaged partner
rubbed and red
              and energized surpassing exhaustion
can't let the other alone
slapped sweat skins
and cushy favours

mind slimming free
and result

deflate into ease and
sleep for the death
earn those ashes
foreign shores of some bidden eden
Jan 31 · 137
neth jones Jan 31
moment met
awful mounts familiar
an umbilical knell
wrench away
             from any flare up of communication
                                 any trail that could form
                                                 saliva stretched
                                     from our shared space
                                                            and span

before a diseased gut rebinds us
Jan 28 · 48
neth jones Jan 28
some sort of rough chaos dictates the following...
           can't bleat
          a swallowing
            thin crease
              a minor alteration
    the seventh year
       & sprung is my fink
  making demands
  a tinker in his eye
         & the waterworks hailing
                    from his rapid claws
  commands much work
spun nylon from my whipped flaws
destruct the family plans
               its for a wick lit cause
fist the winnings up your purse
      spill the prophecy
              hail a taxi
     & concrete the curse
Jan 15 · 71
neth jones Jan 15
wandering life
      self plunders
     an exploration clap
the heavens wane from a fever
        thank heavens ;
           it is all a trap
Jan 3 · 28
neth jones Jan 3
Let's chew gum
   chew on the fat
      rustle up conversation
         rodent upon the rat


Let's trip traps
communal fear
of God smite-y creation
not communication
why tussle with language
when we all carry firearms
wrestle free the tongue
skim the wisdom
bellow the lung
muscle up a tune
and spit out your gum
Dec 2020 · 88
neth jones Dec 2020
account your blessings :
there is limited space
               for the exhaustion
                       of our mythology
                    to fertilize
neth jones Dec 2020
bath salts
single malt
a mouth of candles crown
                        the tub
                  the body
                     from spilling out
             into the cold surround

the brimming sill
    capsize the moat
         foam disgorges in a luppy spawn...

doff your gown
           your own company ?
pour sacredly
to drown
                                        ­                 - 'Chin-chin'
crystal cubed ice afloat
cast anchor your vote
Dec 2020 · 177
neth jones Dec 2020
singing notes of the sick dawn
a bird makes off with my heart
pins it to the notice board
I'll not retrieve it
be witnessed
Nov 2020 · 66
neth jones Nov 2020
energized point of
ever changing perspective
am I ?      degrading material
Nov 2020 · 60
neth jones Nov 2020
snare is sprung
flesh from the forrest fruit
the humming drum
         of its fright
an untamed meat
          struggles like the life
wirey noose tightly
wrist hook and thumb
ridden to bone
energy shrugged
        in fits of the struggle
     and then the meat
        is untenanted
Nov 2020 · 90
[the heart half]
neth jones Nov 2020
beyond the sponge
and spoilings that form my bulk
meat heart beats
but it's not the boast of me
it has tree like dispassion

but then, conflict... 14th / Sept / 2020 / Elsons Crag

The Forest firs sway. The trees bend at the top like sea grass with the tide. Cloud movement strobes sun over this carpet. I view from a cliff.
It stirs rare warmth in my heart half

No !

React under attack. the heart throws up monsters and little stickmen waving spears. violent breathing and horrid garbage and gore and villainous words turned inward and folded and pounded and dough and hurt..

i've turned from the beauty and crouch in a revulsion of balance

this foreign glow cannot be simply experienced. to me, a warm heart is one in need of defence is one in mourning
Nov 2020 · 78
neth jones Nov 2020
a short ways from town
and our species ceases
nature has the lay
the landscape is not our charge
i recover an empty beer bottle
amongst some frosty sedge
Nov 2020 · 82
neth jones Nov 2020
Sound of the generator
Weak light leaves the bulb
Fed into the darkness
I calm my timid heart
; 'womb-womb—womb-—womb'
Nov 2020 · 68
neth jones Nov 2020
like the tide withdrawn
a farming hamlet
from a shared day of labor
to face solitary scrutiny
under the night-full eye of slumber

beyond the sown fields lies a thick forest ...
Nov 2020 · 137
neth jones Nov 2020
crowding the inner-ear
and clung

drum lightly
on the porcelain
'Tung - tung'
and its a simple world
peacefully distant
in a bathing bell

purse the breathing
an interspersed need for air
submerged ****
i lung for longer
with peace
i could
Nov 2020 · 93
neth jones Nov 2020
The nervous surface
puddle clipped at by a light wind
Even cupped, can't light a match
tremble membrane and an arid sulphur plume
A clench of nerves

A murmuring makes the air
and now a light rain...
neth jones Nov 2020
life is open sore
blunderbus into a bewilderness
a fumbled structure
cannibalistic pratfall
blind ******
open sore
fester giving life

accompanied a paper hat, a toy penknife that looks like a fish and the joke : 'Why is an Elephant large grey and wrinkly ? ...because, if was tiny, white and smooth, it'd be an aspirin"
That's one of my favourite jokes... i did not write it.
Nov 2020 · 82
neth jones Nov 2020
bellied in quarters below street level

your time is pulled
long above
by strings and little sprung bells

chore, kip and take your tuck
at the whim
whine and whinny of the master
Oct 2020 · 187
[pipe cleaner..]
neth jones Oct 2020
pipe cleaner tree rat
are you prepared for Winter ?
first snow touches ground
Oct 2020 · 171
neth jones Oct 2020
i reclaim the plate
cleared it of a ***** meal
dishes to be done
restorative action
like what may be done for us
tanka style
neth jones Oct 2020

threadbare feline
retreats under my porch
cold Autumn rain falls
integrating my soul
part of a greater sadness
neth jones Oct 2020

May Day at dusk
flittermice take flight from the eaves
flirty thoughts freed
swift pacing of my heart
when passing me you smiled
neth jones Oct 2020

my footfalls concuss
the ground beneath my boots
a human walk
any beasties that can flee
are missing from my experience
Sep 2020 · 365
[crocodile dream]
neth jones Sep 2020
rolled over in dreams
            by victorious crocodile
lulled into baffled breath
            to be fed into life
a wake
fresh out of death

wrangled in bedsheets
            i fit back to sleep
a saturated berth
  to become a softer meat
drown side up
             in a ***** swollen river

       - 04:21 a.m.
Sep 2020 · 51
neth jones Sep 2020
from off of your mind
they nab only marbles
applying the host
you idolize the absent
for they make perfect houseguests
neth jones Sep 2020
absent of mind
i fleece medical gloves
full disposal
thoughts on a trivia spree
refine a vacuous headspace

Springs breed of Spider
crosses the bathroom mirror
breaks the barrier
daze over ; i ponder Warmth
i fumble to find it
3 Another Side

[disposable gloves]

a habit ; absent of mind
i fleece protective hand skins
into a full disposal

my mind trills
and sprees on trivia :
practice attentive thought

Springs breed of Spider [Arachnid]
crosses the bathroom mirror
breaks the world between

out of a daze
i ponder Warmth
i fumble to find it

Kigo is subtle ... use of word fleece to indicate Sheering time in warm weather Spring.

refine an echo free belfry
Sep 2020 · 129
rattle death
neth jones Sep 2020
macabre matchstick making
of the intimate skeletons three

animated in
amorous array

dry & clacking
tomb keepers

a puppetry of life's absurdist act

an amuse-meat
tattle little death
an after-mirth
what little it's worth

rattle death rattle
its the music that matters
time bleeds astray
tapping in the saddle
Sep 2020 · 39
neth jones Sep 2020
i snail in your wake
a ringing skim of perforations and pikes
   taking readings

your signals
         manage agitated faults in me
       leased opiates
and a sensory quake

you dropped a hair tie
i form limb-like mucous spits
i join them on the far side of the object
   membrane surrounds and i engulf the collected

this       is       much       encouragement
i may increase my demands of you

i trail after you still
   sensitive to the tokens of love
       you patter behind for me
sensitive to the coding
       in the minute alterations you make
                                    of your daily routine
neth jones Sep 2020
a clock to the head
   triggers a seismic action

all that was needed

        into a surplus world

workings adapt
  to another set of living signals

view is challenged
and readings
       from the assigned past
                  are unfocused

ideas of what's to become
         are vague as a dreamers ordinances

              challenged is the stream
              challenged is the lifeboat
               challenged is the dream

love flares up
        in foreign places
and fears are accounted
        sworn and radiant
set proud where they were all along

you wish
   above all else
to grow tomatoes
and jar tomatoes
and sell tomatoes

you are flawed
       to be
more honest

your outlook is true
and your fellow players
and your previous established family
are unable to ward you

you feel sore for others
and their incapacitated priorities

new company is needed

seek others
who may have had
a similar clap to the cranium

                            - the Forget Me knot
neth jones Sep 2020

autumn eve sun sinks
The lowest insect projects
long shadows
criminal fingers like yours
took lighter being from me


the reply

shade swells to dusk
a cloak for lovers 'crime'
give freely and take
balanced nature
listen to the night ferals
first version :

autumn eve sun sinks :
from even the lowest bug
long shadows project
fingers criminal like yours
took lighter being from me

reply :

shade swells into dusk
a cloak for the lovers 'crime'
give freely and take
a fair balance of nature
listen to the night ferals
Sep 2020 · 74
subject observations
neth jones Sep 2020
turmeric leaf wilts
the root is ready to eat
and be replanted

Geese trading seasons
formation against grey sky
'Traitors !' (just kidding)

The nervous surface
puddle clipped at by light wind
Even cupped, can't light match
neth jones Sep 2020
a gust of life
one day bellows another
so collapsable
guests stumble in fallen tent
a temporary social
Tanka style
Sep 2020 · 93
trial run
neth jones Sep 2020
to view a sorrow
plashy with puddles sallow
a practice run for Ophelia

she rages
face down in the ****** jettison
        of a theatres fire exit

after her spasm
sits up
       hefty breathing
lights up
       a used cigarette
props herself against ****** wall
and picks up a littered programme ;
a christmas time pantomime

she cries for love and the sense of others
she laughs-laboured
forum within madness
Sep 2020 · 76
[ sol sot ]
neth jones Sep 2020
Last of Summer Sun
Cast through Atrium Window
Catnap on the Job
Bloated in Absorbent Slum
Replenishing Chimera
earlier version

Last of Summer Sun
Weighty Slumber on the Job
Atrium Window
Blotted and Soaked into Sleep ;
Bewildering Recharge
Aug 2020 · 44
neth jones Aug 2020
we gandered for food
they pepper sprayed sleeping bags
threat of the homeless ?
intolerable welfare ;
preyed on by authority

they garnish our sleep
projected from our cycle
and the battle we keep
fought lonely in dreams
our belly ache

this distended menace
our unsheltered numbers
threaten a stubborn structure could seem
Aug 2020 · 84
neth jones Aug 2020
you are considered a dead thing
slowed down by decent refrigeration
and declared
'personality put to pasture'

a name would help with the paperwork
Aug 2020 · 121
Tanka - 'reply' homework II
neth jones Aug 2020
"While I gaze upon it
I feel a certain distance:
The moon light
Makes its way to dwellings
Everywhere, I feel."

      by Ki no Tsurayuki

My Reply

Bright Issues the Moon
dusts the landscape with pale ash
slackens our taut customs
we're brought closer to our hearts

[Bonus Material. Earlier looser version :

When brighter the Moon
unknots our taught habits
spends our ideas
freely in its pale light
we act closer to our hearts]
neth jones Aug 2020
"Although I try
to hold the single thought
of Buddha's teaching in my heart,
I cannot help but hear
the many crickets' voices calling as well."

                      by Izumi Shikibu

My Reply

The Buddha once heard
noisy Crickets at their play
received good teaching
did the crickets from the man
who practiced great stillness
Aug 2020 · 71
24/08/20 [journal note]
neth jones Aug 2020
the summers tail end
construction dust by floodlight
in the nights costume
the urban influence crowds
my already harried brain
Aug 2020 · 35
neth jones Aug 2020
oh for the hollow
a hanger for a headspace
apparition free
of the cram of clever things
for impressing on others
Aug 2020 · 62
neth jones Aug 2020
all of this
    is addled
all of this is tamed
    behind clothed eyes...

Persists a sable seascape
            flotsam is cerebrum
a featureless osmotic cathedral
  distant of all
a sense deposed vault
        of the heavens muggy other

I am formation
   the information
         and I am blip within

a wink
   notice from the euphoria
a gloss eye like obsidian
   alter praised pedestal
   lustcheivous spire
   with a height for a sky burial
   limpetted with devilish bloats

then it actions
                 lighthouse blinks ;
warm claps of welcome dishonesty
drum pats
              of a restorative oblivion

in the other place
my bodies face
                   plates a smile
my body
      a slack slap of meat
         on a ***** clothes heap
my bodies head
                the vices lapsed child

back in the gourdular cavern the bloats loosen
and slip down spire into the sable conducting liquid
Aug 2020 · 65
neth jones Aug 2020
cruelty was intent
bent only to effect harm
pep up in power
as the action of a child

Aug 2020 · 318
neth jones Aug 2020
heel to elegance
but don't let it stew in you
one detached glance up
from your stooped bow
and you'll see
Aug 2020 · 140
play it safe
neth jones Aug 2020
be a calm fellow
fluent amongst urgency
paper over breath
keep grave distance and cleansed wits
flourish no void currency
Tanka style
Aug 2020 · 30
neth jones Aug 2020

Token of luck
to drown out the hush
how best can we serve
this nervous piston ?


Fool moon of fusion
this ugly mission
a dunce
tight with loss
mitt in fist
with the lady grace delusion


Black plastic bag
take in a drag
         a hearty lung full
of these blemishes


down on the dock
          by the lock
heavily patrolled
this ugly fission


Black plastic bag
take in a drag
a heady strong glut
huff out this menace


Under a bridge
many vacate
lush bathe in the drink
who can afford
                        the plush cushion of reason ?
Aug 2020 · 102
diurnal degrade
neth jones Aug 2020
Pendulum beds and woes
        accounts for the urgent night
The clock is choring

Feverish nocturnal motion
Animals thread a little heat through the eve
Aerial beings stir the air
A quick beat can be drawn

Underlying ...
     fear is foundation of excitement
and anxious youth take this strum
        to their clumsy congress

The worrisome world
        has heaped up
The act of days
The workweeks edifice
        bares a stubborn plaque

This knotted bind loosens in the nights
and desperatly so
        in weekend blowouts

when regarded
          is personally distorted

the machine
          doesn't ebb and grow
It pits mechanism energy
          against its own material death

Night span
         the diurnal degrade

The Night is where we can be re-met
            receive our charge
            and obtain a revision
Aug 2020 · 113
river absolvent
neth jones Aug 2020
down to the river
to wash my hands free
of another sots mud

i relieve my lies in the bushes
i shrug acts
           lax from my shoulders
bathe off soft data

merely a being
and that is all

Jul 2020 · 30
neth jones Jul 2020
Disperse             this hearse driven feeling
  clap it between monkey symbols
    matter-**** it
  to the currents

  from under
        the murky work
and the media
that dictates the worst   idea of my personality
and into the great dunder maws
                            of the life humour
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