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,...

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