Mouth form flower

Let fault flaw
Let the fence fall
Let’s flabbergast the goal with tongues

Let debacle warp in dawn
Let beginning bury end
Let a hundred pods hush

Let the mouth form flower
Let flesh flash
Let’s lick plethora

Let erosion jabber in the gown
Let’s find fit and make do
Let’s sieve without crashing

Let debris fill rust
Let myriad dapple and draw
Let’s spurn our quote marks

Let’s trick death perception
Let limit out
Let not mere quintessentials

Let wreckless wreck more
Let cloth drop
Let’s lay waste the hours

Let’s not say

Let a thousand errors bloom




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Jill Jones has published ten books of poetry, and a number of chapbooks. The most recent are Brink, The Leaves Are My Sisters,The Beautiful Anxiety, which won the Victorian Premier’s Prize for Poetry in 2015, and Breaking the Days, which was shortlisted for the 2017 NSW Premier’s Literary Awards.

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