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Jones Poems: rainbow of pain
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Friday, April 13, 2007. The light from the window. Makes shadows on the wall. Plato's dead shadow puppets. Mirroring the unseen world. Of ink left thick and black. In splotches upon the page. Grandma's crystal chandelier left. Rainbows of pain bright like a laser. Too weary to see the sun. View my complete profile. A Slice of Life. A Thought for a Day of Rain. Gently Into the Night. Haikus (many on the bus). Under a TV Sky. Windows Toward the World.
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Jones Poems: desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Wednesday, March 21, 2007. Desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2). Desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2). The pitterpatter of heartbeats. Like rain on a pane of glass. The electric rush of heat and lust. Of fingertips learning and exploring. You're sitting alone together. Or in the car. And a scruffy faced man walks by. And all you can think is. How deliciously dirty he'd make you feel. Or you notice your love's eyes. A Slice of Life.
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Jones Poems: were blue.) your eyes were blue, (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Tuesday, February 20, 2007. Were blue.) your eyes were blue, (poemoff 2). Were blue.) your eyes were blue, (poemoff 2). I see you, but. I do not look. Heaven hangs in the air. Like mist from crashing waves. Of the ocean. a dead fish. Washes upon the shore. I nudge her gently. She does not remember the sea. Even though the waves lick at her scales. Her glassy eye reflects the sky. I use it as a crystal ball. View my complete profile. A Slice of Life.
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Jones Poems: the protestant ethic (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Thursday, February 22, 2007. The protestant ethic (poemoff 2). The protestant ethic (poemoff 2). Booms over the loudspeaker. As if the question being asked. Matters to the masses. In line at the bank. To cash their checks. Which really are their time. The hours of their lives. Spent so spending comes cheaply. It is such a price to pay. That only jesus can decode. Without an easybakeoven of truth). Victory is a flock of seagulls. A Slice of Life.
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Jones Poems: of the hours that we wait. (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Monday, March 05, 2007. Of the hours that we wait. (poemoff 2). Of the hours that we wait. (poemoff 2). It is no tornado, but. Dorothy's life is not a pirate's life for me-. A fairy tale told in emeralds and swords. You turn my cheeks rubyred and shiny. Perhaps it is a tempest. I'll stay inside before the fire. While wind whistles in your shoes. Even though i'd rather. Let the gusts rip my skin from my flesh. The road is cowardlylioncalm.
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Jones Poems: tomorrow’s fallen behind, drawn too close to the heartbeat of the sun (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Friday, March 09, 2007. Tomorrow’s fallen behind, drawn too close to the heartbeat of the sun (poemoff 2). Tomorrow’s fallen behind, drawn too close to the heartbeat of the sun (poemoff 2). The melting seems warmer but you would be deceived. Just like you were that night. When he said please. Is a road a road if it doesn't take you home? I think the puddles were made by pressure. Rather than the friction. Of nights wandering safely. A Slice of Life.
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Jones Poems: the photographer
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Monday, February 12, 2007. Yet blurred with swirling colors. The bouncing of shapes-. The friction- should warm. At least the skin) but. It's only a temporary warmth. The way that a bonfire can only. Heat one side of your body at a time. This is a lense i cannot remember. The pink of my flesh glows. It knows something i don't. For on monday, weekend music is a. Dim piano solo played by a five year old at his lesson. View my complete profile.
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Jones Poems: i could only find myself by following the trail of paperclips. (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Wednesday, February 14, 2007. I could only find myself by following the trail of paperclips. (poemoff 2). I could only find myself by following the trail of paperclips. (poemoff 2). I looked inside the fridge. But the real me wasn't. There i searched bottles of beer but. Only another beer waited at the bottom. Perhaps it is time to try again.). Looking inside your eyes. For a reflection of me,. I saw repulsion, lust and fear. AND REMOVE THE SHADES".
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Jones Poems: i guess that's the way life is when you've got quotas to fill.
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Friday, April 13, 2007. I guess that's the way life is when you've got quotas to fill. I guess that's the way life is when you've got quotas to fill. Stretching each and every ounce of what you've got left. Say hello in smacks. Don't try to please your man he says. With whispers and with winks. Underneath the window sill. Perhaps a rose too long planted in a vase). It cries to its mother-. For all the tears of blood you've spilled. I want a Pingu.
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Jones Poems: on a bus on the road below, (at night (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Saturday, February 17, 2007. On a bus on the road below, (at night (poemoff 2). On a bus on the road below, (at night (poemoff 2). The lights of Spokane. I wish that the lady next to me. Didn't smell like three day old cheese. Her smell peremates my clothes. And will 'til tomorrow. When she leaves the bus in Tacoma. And i'm left alone. And smelly in my seat). Tonight i'll eat hashbrowns. And wish for eggs. And if wishes were fishes. I'd get a rash).
