fast and furious
\narchangel in paint and chrome
\nbrings me home \u2014
\npurring megaphonious,
\ncombusting with sav and sap
\nthat i glimpse
\npeeking into warm grill chintz \u2014
\nthen she lifts her corset bonnet
\nand lets me touch her glinting bones
\nsecreting home spun
\npheromones
\nattracting, like moon and sun \u2014
\nmysterious
\nand mnemonic
\nold senses,
\nfallow and fenced
\nsoon become drenched
\nquiller and squirter
\nin that linguistic converter \u2014
\nglow mapping,
\noverlapping,
\nslowly blown
\nin the metronome.<\/p>\n
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STRIDER MARCUS JONES<\/strong>\u00a0is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford\/Hinckley, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry are modern, traditional, mythical, sometimes erotic, surreal and metaphysical.\u00a0He is a maverick, moving between forests, mountains and cities, playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His work has appeared in Crack the Spine<\/a><\/em>, The Lampeter Review<\/a><\/em>, A New Ulster<\/a><\/em>, Ygdrasil<\/a><\/em> and Don’t Be Afraid: An Anthology to Seamus Heaney<\/em>. Feel free to learn more about his work<\/a>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" fast and furious archangel in paint and chrome brings me home \u2014 purring megaphonious, combusting with sav and sap that i glimpse peeking into warm grill chintz \u2014 then she lifts her corset bonnet and lets me touch her glinting… Continue Reading
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