And The Trees Blossomed Anyway
By Lewton Thomas Jones
And the trees blossomed anyway
Despite the hairy men firing missiles without mercy
Despite Dow Jones hob nob binky slurp panacea-jihad
All the trees blossomed and bloomed anyway
Spring time snowy apparition did not wait for permission
A fantasy thrown back at the blood- soaked holy lands
Despite business as usual
Despite hospitals leveled
Despite theocratic maelstroms w/ their typhoon vendettas
The trees blossomed anyway in the shadows of Golgotha
Petals flew across the Sahara-desert of Persian script
Tribe’s east and west sent Gaza/fodder brutal religiosity
Refugees on junk, fentanyl, meth knelt in homage to dumb/king
Bunker buster & sociopathic determinism goat danced in the streets
But the trees bloomed and blossomed anyway w/ great vigor
April turned a naked eye to the Van Gogh Sun blaze
The fat drunks of St. Patrick resumed amateur boxing
Military Complex sales doubled each day w/ rancor & deception
Rivers erased blood on the shores of the immigrant homeless
Gold toilet leaders waltzed mediocrity to the huddled masses
While the trees bloomed and blossomed anyway
Skeletal remains w/ brains, hearts and bowels littered the land
Lewton Jones::
Poetry is a way to use my fragmented foray of images as a narrative of some use. I am a painter and now realize that much of my poetry is like painting with images echoing words and sounds. Growing old I realize that all my new thoughts are connected to my early thoughts. Academia was a long haul good and bad. I am disorganized so College gave me structure to tie my ideas together with constructs of legitimate poesy. I am currently trying new ways of writing after releasing three books in 2022. Originality as a goal beats group acceptance for me.