Very occasionally someone asks me if there’s anywhere they can find my poetry written down. At this point I patiently explain to these well-meaning fools that my work inhabits the oral tradition and as such exists beyond their closed-minded preconceptions of what poetry is. Strangely, after hearing this these people are not only put off from seeking out my written poetry, but from spending any time with me at all.

In spite of this, I’ve compiled some of my more writteny (if I may coin a word) poems below. They’re not all the right laugh you’ve come to know and love of the Jones brand so fortify yourself for that. If you’d like to use any for your own nefarious purposes, please ask me or the copyright police will throw you in the big house.

The Organist

Baby Fish



Garden Party