With Non-Conforming Ease

aDarkerMind



with non-conforming ease

I will powder the nose of my ancestral chain

bring life to the demons that dared to question

my love for the mermaid

with her octopus ears and hearts of trifled clams;

I am hungry for the lustful shag that burns my hollow lungs

hanging from the tree of poplar's infertile carriage clock

where flickers the flame of senseless shame from the rabid chocking cock;

where is my mother of darkened prowel and scurrying thighs?

where is my father of tortured soul with needles in his eyes?

I am blind to the comforting pillows of destructive change

alone while my flowing blood bellows and barks

and tickles the spine of the gauntlet's pickled brain;

volts of unearthly treasures fluster my shrinking cells

as my stomach chokes on absynth oil and cremated tortoise shells.

burnt at the steak with my vampire smile and blackcurrent cordial.

who shall I say is calling when the dancing bear stands firm and holds my breath?

is it the uncertainty of life that snares the nightmares of my unpatterned sleep?

or the certainty of the final hour that lays me down to weep?

am I ever alone? I am never alone;

never am I ever alone;

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 17th, 2021 16:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    deeply insightful and as ever, unflinchingly frank
    in tone and purposed brutality of word choices..
    artistry's vulnerability, evolved into a thought provoking write:
    'where is my mother of darkened prowel and scurrying thighs?
    where is my father of tortured soul with needles in his eyes?
    I am blind to the comforting pillows of destructive change
    alone while my flowing blood bellows and barks
    and tickles the spine of the gauntlet's pickled brain;
    volts of unearthly treasures fluster my shrinking cells
    as my stomach chokes on absynth oil'



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