Three Poems

Toll Nil

land near
the lake smells
like hell
the warm

marsh moon
I see you

Honey Pie

crimson-eyed rose
mallow dew drop

in you much
longing

familiarity so
like a train

where it takes you
how it goes

the world a more
every person

when I look
the world a train

from your storied
rootstock

I Practiced Nothing

time I threw time
to time’s stage

where there lapped with
somewhat sweet licks

set stage
so helped

too empty, my waste
of coming into time

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Jon Conley is a writer and musician from Cleveland. He is the author of House Hunters International :: Sonnets (Seven Kitchens Press, 2023) and the founder of Yum! Lit. Find him online at conjonley.tumblr.com and @beachstav.