Andrew Jones, Six Poems

Andrew Jones
 

~

here is

no where

there fore

I am

now here

Praia Grande

Not every person who has ever lived can be accounted for.

Not everyone can be found. I come here every day.

I watch the waves pulverize the cliffs.

Suppose, on a red flag day, I went swimming.

After Listening To Recordings Of A Poet
Who Died Yesterday

when I returned

nothing was

in its place

not even the cat

was still black

~

th’ ‘’rth m’v’’s gr’vit’

t’k’s h’ld ‘f ‘v’r’th’g

s’l’r m’x’m’m

t’rns th’ p’l’s

w’ ‘ll d’’

~

now's then

because then's

was will be

then's now's then

and we're

sometimes

more but

most times

now

then of course

then

then in due course

nothing

Rome Again

time constantly begins

to decay we go there

we see the ruins

and they’re just that

 

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RECONFIGURATIONS: A Journal for Poetics & Poetry / Literature & Culture, http://reconfigurations.blogspot.com/, ISSN: 1938-3592, Volume 5 (2011): Disappearance