Poems from Doctor Jones
A hunting dog-
through woods
black and speck white
images
many pieces
of dirt
run rampant through the screen.
The film is-
running
cackling...
I've never thought to write
a poem
Supine on a porch some-
thing sublime
It cuts as a jet through
fall, skyhigh
And the touching of chains...
Tango light in metal grid
They popped open the heavy lid
Deposited deep inside
The night did not glow
Every 15 minutes so...
Red Tissue Pulls the bones
that all men know and own
Organs push the body
through
the daily processes
too
Twitches and contractions
they...
Entrenched in blue
Indebted
Sunk by a hue
embedded
the skull of rape
stench of sape(ien)
appetite whetted
Desire, waits,
Death, hates,...