Gem/ weird, reforming
A second is only a sample of how
a roof becomes rain.
I’ve been careless with corsets.
When the sex machine’s on the blink
turn up yr radio, is it the sound
of silver pumping?
There’s too much ash and
not enough syntax
to make me watch with my baby tonight.
If prime ministers could shelve their selves we
could all be walking to boot.
A mosquito yaps into
the shimmering yard, if the dark’s
dark that’s perception for you, boom tish
but wait, that’s the milky way
staggering up there.
Ladies and gentlemen, here’s to the aliens
yes to all those yeses.
The rose isn’t as ancient as its seed
but it opens, dung is juice
and the zapper is broken.
But you can’t recall your species anymore
they won’t listen.
Succumbing isn’t an answer
nor is it a question
and you could be right
or frustrated by imagination.
Let’s fall without sleeping this once.
Sydney 17 Feb
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Jill Jones
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