Jill Jones
My Dreamy Epic
New Poems From Australia
 

birds/updraft

the lake
will always be spoken
above shadows

shape : unshape

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down on the lawn
my uneasy posture
teeth chattering across
ragged twilights of backyards

the body & the road
unfurling

…

all that’s gone
minds, networks, armies
love torso & heel

on and off screen
thresholds of grass
becoming white blind sky

my cut hands
sticky waters
…

as if

Elvis had never left the poem

the All Ords steady as rock and roll

thinking more than a flutter

O, the dreamy epic of language!

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shards
the sparkle

a kiss
refusing to fade
inside rain

tasting access, sediment
drink me!

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seizures
the yellow facts
fall between walls

beating of sunrise
the daily path
talking to strangers

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ecstasy on a verandah
still wild
rough glitter in a country of words

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pages colour
the various, speaking
skin of it, life