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May 2021 · 189
Milling
neth jones May 2021
Retreading the same creative subjects
Rebedding headaches
                                  Pedalo
Some discomfort
Clung all over
          with a fungal dampness
          And moored with a heavy sleep-like coat
Worthy of nothing
Nothing worthy of note
Pages

Consumed by rehearse
I've lost the thirst to broadcast
Cowardly in delay
Relaying what's past
..... a Recurrent distress

I stand sudden :
Done !
I derail the trolley-lot ...

Then I fit
In a mirthquake
         I laugh like i am made of bellies
'The Bellycake', I'll call me.

With my serious anchorous state nulled
I approach fresh work with good humour
(Teen Hamlet in decay)
May 2021 · 515
Oxygen Mix
neth jones May 2021
sense heavy
  i plough at the day slurred
  pushing putty steps
aching and unfocused
  going about chores
  tackling things ...like...
...have i been delivered head trauma?

unbearable attention is drawn by my visible condition
pain inducing communications are fired at me
inquiry that i bat at and parry pathetic

Can I lumber onward
nauseated i
and be
in anyway productive ?
muscular suffering
this astronaut
this deep sea explorer
is
receiving a poor mix of gases

valve
May 2021 · 230
flight by dream
neth jones May 2021
Gliding
an updraft of exhaust
guided high-sky above the overburdened city
the urban breath cuffing your armpits
you're huffed upward in rising spirals
aloft the architecture
further raised by         
                   the tumid human populations
                                        expired waste gas,
                                   ****** perspirations,
                                                  ­ mechanism
                                        and friction heats

survey it all in a dream                             
                          horizon and the tarnishes of mankind              
blinded in your flight turns                      
by the dreams illuminating eye
no gloating your way into Icarus             
            floating beyond your oblivious ability
no groom for ****** and ego                     
         just steady alight and of given being

something in the future is restless to be
wake up
Apr 2021 · 128
0
neth jones Apr 2021
0
indecent descent
the croak of the bed
quaking release bared
-unfeigned-medically-practical-a-luxury-performance-in-a-scurry-splayed-before-gatling-attendance-of-a-great-morality-******-
Apr 2021 · 98
100
neth jones Apr 2021
100
no doubt
             out of focus
better off would be
                   terminally unspecific
am labelled
blur
neth jones Apr 2021
arts great salivation
       teats nightly
acts the thistle
       at this little establishment

   collude here :

* fierce nourishment
* jester
* rumpus of competition
* ...much goad
  in a fester of seemly company
Apr 2021 · 785
observed - gossip - absurd
neth jones Apr 2021
Leaking Words                                                            ­                                    
                                                                ­         Absent Amongst Company ;
       Goming Tongues                                                          ­                        
                                                    Social Immediate
Holding & Lacing A Formation

Meeking & Shrinking
A Being Checks Out

Caught !

               Grabbed vice by the wrist
                            a swift clap to the cheek
then some laughs                    
                                      ­                          its all in sweat jest
but it is clear                                                  
         ­                                                                 ­                you should choose

not to cleave the loop
Apr 2021 · 124
cancel
neth jones Apr 2021
a met trick
brace of lovers
each antidote
cancelling the other
dissolve issue
and tissue
resolved

each
everything
to the other
clever
they've discovered
fair weather
a back door
from human unity
in flight
Apr 2021 · 540
bulb
neth jones Apr 2021
Maternal blanket blue
                a dose beyond the material weave
   lax in the saline fluid blue
                  of a gentle weeping
fluid blue
     the saline deep
deep
  drop
          til cold black
  but even
   so far from surface
so strange to light
growth swells
and bulbous blue
an attraction
toward life
Mar 2021 · 505
Vague
neth jones Mar 2021
vagrancy forms the pupil
loitering firms a study
a passenger of the seasonal influence

believe in the homeless
the pigeons and the litter
lovingly observe the unhandled gaps
in our gathered mouthings

believe in big babies
believe in display
the posters
walls
malls
the money bleed
that we are sincere to
and the signals that thread us
to one single box

invited and isolated
housed
unhoused
on vacation
and vacated

inattentive pupils
Mar 2021 · 58
stove top
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
Mar 2021 · 553
coming down with something
neth jones Mar 2021
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]
Mar 2021 · 291
scuff
neth jones Mar 2021
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
Mar 2021 · 1.3k
PDA
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
Mar 2021 · 395
1010
neth jones Mar 2021
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
Feb 2021 · 418
attire
neth jones Feb 2021
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
Feb 2021 · 398
-Withheld-
neth jones Feb 2021
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
Jan 2021 · 299
Groin
neth jones Jan 2021
fits of ******* with a savaged partner
rubbed and red
              and energized surpassing exhaustion
can't let the other alone
slapped sweat skins
crashes
and cushy favours

vigorous
mind slimming free
tight
and result

deflate into ease and
sleep for the death
earn those ashes
foreign shores of some bidden eden
Jan 2021 · 392
repellent
neth jones Jan 2021
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


away
before a diseased gut rebinds us
Jan 2021 · 556
F I N K
neth jones Jan 2021
some sort of rough chaos dictates the following...
           can't bleat
          a swallowing
            thin crease
              a minor alteration
    the seventh year
twitch
       & 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 2021 · 242
1000
neth jones Jan 2021
wandering life
      self plunders
     an exploration clap
the heavens wane from a fever
        thank heavens ;
           it is all a trap
Jan 2021 · 79
Spittoon
neth jones Jan 2021
Let's chew gum
   chew on the fat
      rustle up conversation
         rodent upon the rat

Hustle

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 · 203
01
neth jones Dec 2020
01
account your blessings :
there is limited space
               for the exhaustion
                       of our mythology
                    to fertilize
MARK
Dec 2020 · 257
written in condensation ...
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
        evacuate
           your own company ?
pour sacredly
to drown
                  
                                        ­                 - 'Chin-chin'
crystal cubed ice afloat
vocalize
tell
cast anchor your vote
Dec 2020 · 233
Shrike
neth jones Dec 2020
singing notes of the sick dawn
a bird makes off with my heart
humiliation
pins it to the notice board
I'll not retrieve it
and
unclothed
be witnessed
Nov 2020 · 94
Pins
neth jones Nov 2020
energized point of
ever changing perspective
am I ?      degrading material
Nov 2020 · 611
rind
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
defeat
     and then the meat
        is untenanted
Nov 2020 · 189
[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 ...as is one in mourning
Nov 2020 · 251
litter
neth jones Nov 2020
a short ways from town
and our species ceases
nature has the lay
the landscape is not our charge
relief
i recover an empty beer bottle
amongst some frosty sedge
Nov 2020 · 308
generator
neth jones Nov 2020
'tomb-tomb-tomb-tomb-tomb...'
Sound of the generator
Weak light leaves the bulb
Fed into the darkness
I calm my timid heart
; 'womb-womb—womb-—womb'
Nov 2020 · 144
repose
neth jones Nov 2020
like the tide withdrawn
a farming hamlet
passes
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 · 385
submerge
neth jones Nov 2020
immersed
crowding the inner-ear
warm
and clung

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

purse the breathing
an interspersed need for air
submerged ****
i lung for longer
with peace
i could
be
..
:
.
:
Nov 2020 · 146
waiting
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 ******
puncture
open sore
fester giving life
fizz

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 · 199
HouseHeld
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 · 153
[pipe cleaner..]
neth jones Oct 2020
pipe cleaner tree rat
are you prepared for Winter ?
first snow touches ground
Oct 2020 · 92
[dish]
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
(#15)

threadbare feline
retreats under my porch
cold Autumn rain falls
integrating my soul
part of a greater sadness
neth jones Oct 2020
(#16)

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
(#17)

my footfalls concuss
the ground beneath my boots
a human walk
any beasties that can flee
are missing from my experience
Sep 2020 · 346
[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
storage
  to become a softer meat
drown side up
             in a ***** swollen river

       - 04:21 a.m.
Sep 2020 · 54
HausGeist
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
(#1)
absent of mind
i fleece medical gloves
full disposal
thoughts on a trivia spree
refine a vacuous headspace


(#2)
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
                clutter
                 bat
Sep 2020 · 196
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
silly-silly
Sep 2020 · 235
Mucus
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

dot-dashed
        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
                              and
               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
(#14a)

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

(#14b)

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 · 117
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 · 136
trial run
neth jones Sep 2020
to view a sorrow
alleyway
plashy with puddles sallow
a practice run for Ophelia

she rages
       thrashing
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
stalls
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
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