too long this day of pain
with my purple wig and powdered nose
I have mingled well with the entourage of solvents continued abuse
robust yet rusting beneath an auctioneers toe-tapping hammer.
sounds of the swinging sixties
hanging from the ears of deaths prescriptive pollen
in counts of three to five
sunken heads nesting in the pillows of a cautious whim
where swarms the starving flies on a henchmans wounded chest.
painted bricks on the licks of Hendrix blues
castles my cartoon bride with her ever changing circumstance.
countless chimes from the village clock as my impatient paper thins
this war of atricious banter
with rolling eyes scaling the skies with subterranean rock
drowning with the childless cry in a cradle of candyfloss
as the mother of mercy pacifies my addiction to my flowered fishing reel.
when closes this door to my troubled mind of persistant horror?
this product of a dietry fibre blessed by a surgeons sea
drowns my heart with the fake blood of placebos' mangled lips.
kiss and tell in hells abandoned foam
set me free to roam with the graveyard sword with performing ghouls
before I fall in love with the one I loathe the least;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
reading your poetry, is like
dogpaddling upon an inked sea: of idiosyncratic imagery:
'I have mingled well
with the entourage of solvents, continued abuse
robust, yet rusting beneath an auctioneers
toe-tapping hammer.
sounds of the swinging sixties
hanging, from the ears of deaths prescriptive pollen
in counts of three to five
sunken heads, nesting in the pillows
of a cautious whim
where swarms the starving flies
on a henchmans wounded chest.'
thank you, for Choosing
to share your brilliance dear Poet..
(and I too agree, there's no hierarchy of worth
in realms: of True 'artistic integrity'
you should encourage my show of humility
for we all know of that monstrous, Pride
we each harbour: willingly) lol
still, I humbly appreciate
your kind reply to my last comment
it means more
coming from a Poet of your calibre
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