Poem
Jill Jones
THE NEW AESTHETIC
THE NEW AESTHETIC
THE NEW AESTHETIC
You’ve heard this story before –becoming unravelled in Europe
or assaulted in some roadhouse
but bold as nipples and booted.
Recovering with bourbon and red wine
in a soft room with a German
dissolving somehow at right angles
and falling off the frequent flyers list.
Or being born in a blood thrust
from shadows into that crazy moment
as a rocket strafes the moon
ghosting your hour of the dog.
It's a kind of domino effect
taken out of context
while babies murmur in the lagoon –
another supple peepshow.
© 2005, Jill Jones
From: Broken/Open
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
From: Broken/Open
Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge
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THE NEW AESTHETIC
You’ve heard this story before –becoming unravelled in Europe
or assaulted in some roadhouse
but bold as nipples and booted.
Recovering with bourbon and red wine
in a soft room with a German
dissolving somehow at right angles
and falling off the frequent flyers list.
Or being born in a blood thrust
from shadows into that crazy moment
as a rocket strafes the moon
ghosting your hour of the dog.
It's a kind of domino effect
taken out of context
while babies murmur in the lagoon –
another supple peepshow.
From: Broken/Open
THE NEW AESTHETIC
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