The Secret Self by Strider Marcus Jones

In Between Hangovers

go on, fly

in cobolt sky

doing things you can’t say

random anyway-

out of sounds and words

above the hounds and herds.

see beyond

cold concrete stood on clay,

inside absurd wronged

images dismay-

and cast off doubt about

the mask we wear without:

for what is self-

displayed to others on a shelf

to touch and read the label,

or buy and taste with pleasure on feasts table-

while holding back

the secret self, for someone we lack.

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry http//www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusj…. reveal a maverick moving between forests, mountains, cities and coasts playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, England, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain, India…

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