Rae Desmond Jones

Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia
Rae Desmond Jones
Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia


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The Wishbone
(For Christine)

i wish:
The Little Boy
(To Patrick)

the little boy
in dirty shorts was
That Old Tart Spring Again
Offering your usual false promises,
You have arrived early this year like a blousy aunt
In a voluptuous taxi of light,
It Might Be Fun To Be A Dead Poet
It might be fun to be a dead poet
So long as i was there
When awarded
The nobel prize for literature
two girls sit side by side
in the coffee lounge at a table
cluttered with glasses streaked
with ice cream & rimmed with lipstick bows.
Cage Music
On the computer screen
three American marines lie across a road
West of Baghdad,
arms curled as though they were asleep,
Dear Alyse,
in the hour after you left
your brother coughed & slurped his soup
& argued with Arnold Schwarzeneger.
Arnold was talking through a glass tube
The Front Window
it is raining softly
as an old Greek woman
dressed in black walks
along the path with
The Coronation
in the corner of the small square park
a rat picks at a lunchwrap
the night is quiet & the moon is still
The Marigolds
when you saw
the burning marigolds
set in beds

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