Andrew Jones Poems

The light shines in the darkness
and the darkness has not overcome it
so it is clear we must confess
who causes this light to be lit
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A vacant face filled with years of blank pages
A final chapter marked by the pain
of not being able to tell a story,
remember a grandchild,
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My master loved schedules, precision, exactness.
He hated the flexible fluidity of wine-stained, mule buyers

To shame them he ventured to vocative vocation
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The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have no ports and seventeen sheep,
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Tonight I will sleep
in the exact same bed
that once upon a time
I layed my more foolish head
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