Rae Desmond Jones
Rae Desmond Jones Poems
Offering your usual false promises,
You have arrived early this year like a blousy aunt
In a voluptuous taxi of light,
...
two girls sit side by side
in the coffee lounge at a table
cluttered with glasses streaked
with ice cream & rimmed with lipstick bows.
...
On the computer screen
three American marines lie across a road
West of Baghdad,
arms curled as though they were asleep,
...
in the hour after you left
your brother coughed & slurped his soup
& argued with Arnold Schwarzeneger.
Arnold was talking through a glass tube
...
it is raining softly
as an old Greek woman
dressed in black walks
along the path with
...
in the corner of the small square park
a rat picks at a lunchwrap
the night is quiet & the moon is still
...
Rae Desmond Jones Biography
Rae Desmond Jones was born in Broken Hill (Australia) , migrating to Sydney at the age of 17. He published a number of books of poetry through the 1970s, and several novels in the 1990s. He became the Mayor of Ashfield (New South Wales, Australia) for several years. He works as a teacher of History at Dulwich High School of the Visual Arts, and has two sons and a daughter. Barring a resurgence of irritation with the holders of municipal power, he wants to devote the rest of his life to literature, so long as literature is as keen on him as he is on her.)
The Best Poem Of Rae Desmond Jones
The Wishbone
(For Christine)
i wish:
1
that your little finger
was around the other prong
of the wishbone
2
that the bone would always
remain supple would bend & move
in the fork to my fingers
my tongue the forever probing
of appetite & never break
3
& i would like to lick
the small strands of chicken
slowly off the long slope
of bone
peeling the soft strips
of flesh with my teeth continuing
then along your fingers your arms etc
4
that you could be here
beside me clothes only in the
filaments of poetry
5
that you would be here &
to the infernal music of saxophone
i would foxtrot you poor chicken
lovely chicken & eat you
& all the Gods would assemble
& in the shadows their animal bodies
would tremble & run wild
& slowly disappear as the lights
fold under & the man dressed like a
penguin plays his tragic saxophone
into the dark
leaving us to contemplate alone
the breaking moons in each other’s eyes
6
that i could speak to you the soft
poetry of pale chicken meat &
the threadbare tents of chicken bones
nesting in the plate where there
will be no egg
7
that i could ache & be lonely for
you Orpheus to Eurydice
tormented into infinity & split
forever sweetly into
the chicken halves of intellect &
feeling
8
that you could be here
& would be here & would rock forever
across the flames of uncreated night
knowing never knowing never &
create the phoenix out of
breath
9
that you would then discard
the filaments of poetry being
wholely what you are poetry & being
& snap the bone off at the root
give in to fire & let the wish
take you
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