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Two new poems from Duncan Jones

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Wordlets glint and slide and go...

Two new poems from Duncan Jones

Ex Forces

Wipe that face all you like
Some other dew halos it
Wordlets glint and slide and go

Sweat in sheets reeks darkening
Everyone else but

Mould on the styrene ceiling flowers
(of old)

Pats at the boy’s chest feeling
For fissures, strides
On, front eyed, unanywhere

Lift till the marker snaps again again


 

Breakfast

There’s a glare
on the table 
from the beast Sun 
that makes you
difficult to see

Blue flowers do wither
on the stem
to lightlessness

Your hand is small 
I won’t stay
to hold it.

Don’t say
what you were going to say
this morning says

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Duncan has lived and worked in Birmingham for over forty years. He does things with words and pictures.

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