Poems from Doctor Jones
People are the strangest of creatures
we choose to confine ourselves to a single path
go to school
go to college
get a job
retire
die
I...
I sit on boundaries
I stare at the people who walk within them
never taking trying to break down transparent glass walls
I stare at the...
moer! the baby cries
mother's depleted breast
yields no more milk to slurp
moer! the baby cries
untouched toys lay at foot
he will not...
piece of body piece of mind
carcass piece that is no longer mine
red warm blood permanently stuck
to warm black pavement black gravel...
People do not hide behind curtains
self imposed curtains perhaps
they feel trapped by "society"
but what if I told you that society does...