deep inside the casket of the velvet brie

aDarkerMind



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;

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2021 13:46
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 40
  • Users favorite of this poem: A Boy With Roses
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  • rosiedm

    😲😲😲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 ?

    • aDarkerMind

      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;

      • rosiedm

        It's a great mind then your blessed to have .😁

      • A Boy With Roses

        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

      • L. B. Mek

        '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..

        • aDarkerMind

          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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