Blind Spot


The scam: the scene in Punch Drunk Love
where the hero­ine is bleed­ing and
Adam Sandler takes a tire iron to
the toughs that just wrecked his
car and his life.

What I find dis­turb­ing is the con­cept that
inevitably some­one with issues like Sandler’s
must of neces­sity find true love. I am the age
of his char­ac­ter with neu­ro­log­i­cal issues
of my own, and I haven’t seen its ananke.
A sweet film, but false advertising.

2.
Will the comet shear­ing a rut through
the heart of the sky, so beau­ti­ful
and seem­ing benif­i­cent now on the hori­zon,
destroy us or is that law of physics
going to be sus­pended as well?

My life went up in smoke, but the vapors
con­cretized and reassem­bled them­selves into
a cas­tle of lime­stone which is where I live
now, with an empty heart that mag­i­cally gen­er­ates
enough fire to power cities, to the amuse­ment of
black­birds that flock in the willows.

3.
Absently chew­ing a wil­low frond
I watch you draw car­toons as I
throw stones into the pond whose sur­face
is too algae-​​covered to skip peb­bles off
of.

The wil­low branches creak empty
in a con­trary wind. A mos­quito lands
on my notepad.



–by Tony Jones

 



Open to a full­ness
that is seek­ing to be whole.

Younger traces.
Jade obliv­ion.
Ambidextrous re-​​entry.
A world that is new
because you are so old.

Whelm realm
cos­mic dream scheme
you mean
I am in this
for real? Not just
nominally?

And I am
inci­sive
burn­ing
expec­tant
sor­row­ful
repentant

not very often though.

The scent off a hunk of
myrrh reminds
you that
you are alive and
pulled into this being
by the very breath that
pow­ders the bones and pow­ers
the phones.


–by Tony Jones

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Tony Jones is a 36 year old poet who has been writ­ing seri­ously for 21 years, and has been pub­lished in jour­nals like Virginia Writing and Kronos. He lives in the beau­ti­ful Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, and took a suc­ces­sion of dead-​​end jobs that were nonethe­less very pro­duc­tive of cre­ative inspi­ra­tion, though gen­er­ally in a neg­a­tive way, before decid­ing to fin­ish his Masters in Religion, which occu­pies him presently. He lives with a cat, Sibyl, and far too many books on his­tory, phi­los­o­phy, the­ol­ogy, sci­ence fic­tion and, well, you get the picture…

Copyright © Tony Jones, 2008. All Rights Reserved.

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