deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
the shredded milk from tusks of tortured stew
as mellow as the day in its fermenting terror of fortunate chance
sniggers with the bragging beads of communal stones in dusks deserted pond.
I am all but dead as I suckle the breast of the headless imp
breathing the porcupines phlem into my lungs of coated flesh in clotted cheese.
with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine
the slime of enchanted love picks through the bones of my erected sweat
dripping onto the musical chains of lifes final hour.
the hungry horse showers my bride with unrivalled pain
with vowels of pitted verbs through curtains of hidden rain
the cortisone needle picks through remains of my buttered brain.
she is all but dead as she suckles the breast of the maggots paw
her periodic love destined for the graveyard of prehistoric paste
let her heart march with the marching band of sugared strands
deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2021 13:46
- Category: Love
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Comments3
😲😲😲suckels the breast of the maggots paw! some mad sentences here ..like a scene from dark tale of mystery
What inpires you I think
books films ?
with a mind that never sleeps; I have no idea where it comes from.
but it keeps me busy and without that, i've lost;
It's a great mind then your blessed to have .😁
so full of imagery and meticulous metaphors ... so full of meaning ... so full of life and joyous to read ... so deep you can swim in it
thank you Jordan
♥♥♥
'as mellow as the day in its fermenting terror of fortunate chance
sniggers with the bragging beads of communal stones'
'the hungry horse showers my bride with unrivalled pain
with vowels of pitted verbs through curtains of hidden rain
the cortisone needle picks through remains of my buttered brain.'
'deep inside the casket of the velvet brie
with sorrows eyes drunk on euphoric wine;'
yup, just simply: breath-taking, to witness such prowess!
one day, if I ever grow-up
I will hope to write a line of poetry
worth comparing to your mastery!
you brilliant, brilliant artist of a Poet!
thank you for choosing to share
keep striving my friend, never relent
so long as you're enjoying, discovering
that next syllable: of a poetic miracle..
you are very kind as always L B.
but never think you are a writer of less talent than me;
you are no less gifted than I.
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