“THAT SILENCE WHOSE COLOURS I KNOW” by Strider Marcus Jones
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Pexels.comTHAT SILENCE WHOSE COLORS I KNOW
the longer you play
the better you sleep,
so take it away
and beat-
the skin of your drum
with finger and thumb
the horn of your bone
on heat-
until you cum home
alone.
its saner than crazy
but lonely and lazy,
that silence whose colors i know-
without sweet talking
and hands held walking
in rhythms so fast and slow-
and the aftermath,
lying there
on that drenched path
you want to share-
turns over, tiredly
and clicks off the lamp
where you admired me
long, spent, damp.
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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 and 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.
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