two poems

by Strider Marcus Jones

SHEDDING CLOTHES

some soul exposed

open closed

looked at

put back

where it was

because

because

it was done

being in sun

unalterably changed

randomness rearranged

moving on

moving on

rising out of what has gone

through opaqueless

weightless

windows

shedding clothes.

OVIRI (The Savage-Paul Gauguin in Tahiti)

woman,

wearing the conscience of the world-

you make me want

less civilisation

and more meaning.

drinking absinthe together,

hand rolling and smoking cigars-

being is, what it really is-

fucking on palm leaves

under tropical rain.

beauty and syphilis happily cohabit,

painting your colours

on a parallel canvas

to exhibit in Paris

the paradox of you.

somewhere in your arms-

i forget my savage self,

inseminating womb

selected by pheromones

at the pace of evolution.

later. I vomited arsenic on the mountain and returned

to sup morphine. spread ointments on the sores, and ask:

where do we come from.

what are we.

where are we going.

Photo of Strider Marcus Jones

BIO: Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate, and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.  

His poetry has been published in numerous publications including:  Poppy Road Review; The Galway Review; The Huffington Post USA; The Stray Branch Literary Magazine; Crack The Spine Literary Magazine; The Lampeter Review; Panoplyzine Poetry Magazine, and Dissident Voice.