3 poems || marc jones

13.40.49.67
 
    inheriting graze                   fold upper                     gristle

        save each eighth          get them                       travel

     once under comes closer to                 yet stints

            mince if this is mirth              churns traipse

                                worry off a corner

        from bottom right of                  say the screen gets

 housing a corner tells you          you’re at the end of

 the line is there                 yes age                 you’re at the end of

               the line                  as sloppy                   said as quit

      your whining             keep unspoken get                    back those

        cretans dressed in                    mourning habits           impending

causes reach                 wanting to     live                 in a way into out








3.13.5.11.3
 
sitting               &                  yes

          now       .            the point

   at which               nothing has

         lost                its feet    ,

  has the page                locks

    such as returning    ,      see

         nor                       none direct    .

a waft            unfolds           strength  

          peels    .              sitting      might

say           it is still    .       yes says

     it        is a limiting

         stops                 crowds leaving    .

                 reduce              case be          

but wait               slowly construct      

             quiver                    weight trips   .








mapping out

           mapping out the                    wrest

                  mean its                   bore you’d

   heckle                 she jumped          diggers

     skulled the                      teacher didn’t

                 mean swim            on one’s back

     an edge of               neighbourhood

           answer           far from weekends

    hands on                        creators coast

     the indian selling      tweed in the cinema

on the train            was a distant          relative      

           of jimmy durham              antecedents

    climb thru limits                 fit in

           to noise or                      wet street

        full of same       limits roll your          past    

    it            sit or stand                   drills

                                          underfoot

                  never surface           tread song

           or place               laughter stays

             bumps start up                close to landing