Ripper Jones

Walk a little.
Round the corner and up a bit
There it is
The strange round kerbstone
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I saw infinity the other day.
I stepped outside this aimless place
of unfulfilled desires.
I was apart from time.
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The motorway was grey-blue
As it always was
Cars and lorries rushed past
The lorries sucking us into themselves
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In the reflection of vanitas
You look not at your mortality
Such is the nonchalance of youth.
You deny death a hundred times a day
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Reader when you view these lines,
In your homes and cluttered courts,
Part of me reaches your eyes and mind,
And you absorb my thoughts.
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The nonentity spends its time
in the mud at the bottom of a cliff
while the waves break
and the broken shells complain of
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It's a long night-time
when will the darkness end
and the rays from heaven light this room
this lonely dispossessed room
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I went to the local park with my
Older cousin Jane and a friend.
In this verdant park (three football pitches
Or cricket grounds) , or
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Their three piece suite was leather,
New, paid for in instalments.
It was shiny new, and black.
It caught one's eyes,
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What is the point of ambition
Connected to the reason for being
Why write poetry?
Why do anything?
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Where does memory go
When it's finished with the moment -
Is it tossed away?
Is there an island in the universe
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The strong, unmixed wine of beauty
That our eyes deceive us not,
Also lets in harsh reality,
Like spirits that abuse the throat.
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How does it feel to be in a basement when bombs are falling all around?
How does it feel when your life could be taken from you at any moment?

Words cannot describe it.
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In the planet of slums,
The very tin sheets are alive.
Rusty corrugated tin
Where souls are destroyed.
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Notre Dame Cathedral
It was in our itinerary
Of our holiday in Europe
We children, who knew about this place
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We're all God's children
All in his likeness
Except possibly the females
It says so in a book
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The rain of war
Erodes the granite
It metamorphasizes
Into a sculpture
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Over a lonely rocky hill
With melancholic ridge
I run and jump to the siren's call
Beckoning me to yonder blue mountain
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I remember we did a charity gig
in a home for handicapped youngsters
we saw all those kids
we were the awestruck audience
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We came back to the bedsit at about eleven in the evening
we didn't have a key so we knocked the door
Corky should be in
no answer so Plonk kicked a panel of the door in
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