I'm in New York (state; Albany.)
Saturday I move to my new home in Vermont.
!
Is everybody ok? Not with me moving...you know what I mean. The new Big C.
YOU HERE
While I have you here,
Can you see me?
Your face all of fear,
Am I an appearance?
My grandfather driving
Down Touhy Avenue
Says he seen a pale horse
Outside the White Hen.
My back is bent
When love weighs
Upon me upon us
All beneath the moon.
~Michael Russell Jones
5/8/2020
Chicago
My little nursing home crusade bore some fruit. Maron brought up an email I sent him on Monday's episode with Dan Levy. I did an hour and twenty minute interview with WBEZ, Chicago's public radio.
I did what I could.
I'm moving to Vermont. A publisher friend invited me.
Here's a new poem.
THE GLEAM
What color is the sky as you try
To recall...
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NEW POEM 3/4/2020
Body Bag Image
Untimely Death Fashion
Political Prisoner Science
Extraordinary Pain Measures
Extra Extra Large
Blue Hawaiian Sky
Split Skull Decisions
Seeing Toomuch Red
God Damn Son
Half Drunk Irish
True Love Facts
Celestial Body Being
Bag
Blue
Red.
I'm stuck in a Chicago nursing home that's been criminally negligent. Over one third of Coronavirus deaths in Illinois are in nursing homes. But it's not because people are old, but because, at least here at Clark Manor, they are forgotten. And there are MANY people under 70 in low-income nursing homes, for psych issues, like myself. And anyway, no one deserves a preventable death,...
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I wrote this poem three years ago. I hadn't read it since, but honestly it's one of my best.
APRIL 2O17f
or Joe
Everything happening
beautiful
I know what people
like but
you don't seem to
Everybody assholes
and opinions too
Losing the keys to the
castle in high school,
but your brand of tom-
foolery is cashed
I've never felt less
like doing anything...
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LE SAMOURAI
(for Mike)
Remember when the
sky burned cobalt
when the captives were
unshackled from actual
shackles not systemic
attempts to starve stomachs
remember 'what if?' ?
now it's 'what, when'
but then you remember
there was no sun that summer
and we often slept soundly
in a roundabout way
of the samurai mountains
~MRJ, 14 Avril 2020
