I think To shrink The distance Of resistance Inside self To all else-
Knowing Showing Vulnerability In the mystery Leaves what is closed Openly exposed-
To explanation Under examination When there isn’t one That hasn’t gone Until roof floor and sky door Are no more-
Only roulette rubbles Of drone troubles Imprisoning Reasoning In cubist ghettos Wearing jazz stilettos-
Flashing flamingo legs To pink paradise harlem heads While new trees grow up mute And ripen with strange fruit Some whites too this time A drowned boy me and mine.
Bio: Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between forests, mountains, cities and coasts playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude.
His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, England, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain and Switzerland in numerous publications including mgv2 Publishing Anthology:And Agamemnon Dead; Deep Water Literary Journal; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; A New Ulster/Anu; Outburst Poetry Magazine; Amomancies 2015; The Galway Review; The Honest Ulsterman Magazine; The Lonely Crowd Magazine; Section8Magazine; Danse Macabre Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; Ygdrasil, A Journal of the Poetic Arts; Don't Be Afraid: Anthology To Seamus Heaney; Dead Snakes Poetry Magazine; Panoplyzine Poetry Magazine; Syzygy Poetry Journal Issue 1 and Ammagazine/Angry Manifesto Issue 3.