Notes on Jones

I am exploding slowly
Under greenbeam snakes hanged over the rafters
Let's play

Though my instep feels loose -
heel rattling in my skin,
bongo drum -
I strike my own balance,
React stride from thigh to thigh
Water go over me

An eagle pokes its rude little face
Out of a rock,
Pert beak, onyx for eyes
Dirt stacks crumble.
Let's hear it for the boys,
In vibration, a python hiss,
In crackles of stone shifting,
To live at great speed is
The same as never really dying.