We’ve Danced All Night in the Ashes of Our Love

by D.S. Jones

We’ve danced all night in the ashes of our love

The only stains on the new mattress are from my coffee in the mornings or her wine before I get home 

The only electricity running through these sheets come from the phone cords I weaved through open holes in the box spring

The lightening strikes on hurried trips to the front room

Your head on the pillow slipping off the couch 

My head up my own ass in the garage

My hands on a wrench instead of your hips

Both of us looking down as we enter the room

Looking away at every car passing the street

Is that him in there?

Is that her?

The clouds hang grey and angry above

Asking …. in a bright light of recognition, bright enough to cut across the dullest day ….

Will it rain or will the wind finally blow this all away?

Poems by D.S. Jones are available to read in Painting Lines On The Highway To Hell. Available now exclusively for Kindle. 

pour down the poison

by D.S Jones

The editors can wait

The women can wait

The world can wait

Fury took a good punch in the twelfth round only to 

Get a draw

The blood can wait

The sheets can wait

The heart can wait

The passion can wait

The blood can wait

Nothing in a spinning room 

Feels real except for more death

More heartache 

All that matters now is the dying

One gulp at a time

Swallowing the poison

Like a thousand 

Porcelain drains

Poems by D.S. Jones are available to read in Painting Lines On The Highway To Hell. Available now exclusively for Kindle. 

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