Jack Turner Poems

The girl's a shooting
Shining star

I hold my net
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Once, something passed between us more than space and time
And something other filled my bed than flailing arms and kicking legs
And nights pass by in silence
Television fills the void
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I am my jailer, and my cell
I am my heaven, and my hell

I am the beauty and the beast;
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The moon dawns upon perfection
A dream, nestled in my bedsheets,
Hair as rich as brandy
and lips
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I worship boys
in old movies.
Cool swaggers, careful quiffs
the slouching leather jacket
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Ta mo chroi i do lamh, mo chusla,
Ta mo chroi i do lamh.
Tug se in aice leis do chroi,
Nior briseann se, gra,
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Upon the winds that brown leaves blow
My love is sent and it shall go;
My heart and kisses, wrapped in a silver hue
Make their way upon the breeze to you;
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Morning dawns slowly through the smoke
its gentle nudging wakes me from my from my sleep
Bodies, mounds of sweating flesh, scattered on the floor
Their figures smell like morning breath, though they don’t know what morning’s for.
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Our breath, tearing from our throats with mountainous effort,
Our thighs, straining with the weight
Of the sweat that mars our backs, cotton clinging
Like a drowning lover.
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You sit
just feet away
making out to be
unassuming,
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