Autumn Jones Poems

Laid down in the other bed,
then changed your mind:
Decided to be neighborly instead!
...

'These are not tender moments, '
she said.

And

he said,
'There are no tender moments
anymore'
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Come undone, yellowed,
Frayed.
Dead split ends curl away.
Fingers spread.
...

It was not supposed to break away so bad.
I used the paste.
It held at first.
I walked away to let it dry.
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Though at all times it may grin,
Even gracious lace unravels when
It's caught by some prickly thorns.
And Pretty flower petals
...

Same old voices in the sound.
Chromatic tones lost
in the rain still coming down.
An optical glimpse of an iridescent blend.
...

It was not supposed to make you laugh.
instead, you lament,
coat the memories with laminate
so droplets do not soak through.
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Banging on the door
Leaving splintered dents
But no strength as holes
In my soul leave my like swiss.
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Mirror, Mirror on the wall:

You only portray
Thinner, outer beauty
Echoed on your surface
So that if you are disturbed
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A puppet,
pushed and pulled by
invisible strings.
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