by Scott Archer Jones
Too bad all of us
got so sick before
we got so lost
lines the cannibals
do not regurgitate

Emotions are the
slits of black hairs
in words that keep
the cannibals from
chewing the fat up
when a situation is
bloody with obvious

The last of them did not
remember the dialogues
of hungry stares he tried
to devour with his tongue
only to find himself alone
with his etiolated thought
He got hungry That's all
Scott Archer Jones is currently living and working on his fifth novel in northern New Mexico, after stints in the Netherlands, Scotland and Norway plus less exotic locations. He’s worked for a power company, grocers, a lumberyard, an energy company (for a very long time), and a winery. Now he's on the masthead of the Prague Revue, and has a novel out this summer, Jupiter and Gilgamesh, a Novel of Sumeria and Texas.

Scott cuts all his own firewood, lives a mile from his nearest neighbor and writes grant applications for the community. He is the Treasurer of Shuter Library of Angel Fire, a private 501.C3, and desperately needs your money to keep the doors open.

© 2010, Scott Archer Jones