when once through the chapters of your skull
like a wounded field mouse
rolling with the tide of forgotten sentence and verse
as still the wise old owl
wrestles with the stillness of frozen fog and curse;
osprey hands with chainsaw raw and wild
doused with horses shit for human kind
slicing through an oxtail soup in search of sawdust mind;
the feathered brow of broken shell upon the warts of captured egg
hangs motionless migrating sperm above snow's own peppered keg;
with this marketing menace of disordered plague
spike my eyes with poisoned blood and murder Satan's slaves!
now twice through the canal's of constructed debris
as uncertain as I am,
am beyond the sculptured torso that controls my need to curtain all I see;
in towns of coloured porcelain with horns of thistles myth
am beyond the ruptured skeleton
as it whistles with the wind chimes in the aftermath of groping lemons pith.
cultivate the orange stool and let it loose about our Mothers distant womb
set the circle of the vultures on the flame that disembarks from abstract tomb;
bring about the downfall with the downpour of cherry crust
let the poacher choke on his customised piss
and watch his weapon rust;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Well written, D.M. Strong imagery.
thank you Jerry.
'in towns of coloured porcelain with horns of thistles myth
am beyond the ruptured skeleton
as it whistles with the wind chimes in the aftermath of groping lemons pith'..
it's always inspiring to read your use of juxta-positioned metaphors
pooled from what is seemingly an endlessly diverse source of wordsmith imagery
intertwined seamlessly, with that innate flow of poetic artistry..
what a talent, you choose to share with us dear poet, thank you!
What an awesome journey I had reading this. Love it!
thanx for the kind comment Eugene S.
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