in the excreted company of the wolves nocturnal cyst
sunlight on the darkened bowels of an evenings romantic jewel
love for the hairy hound on the shoulders of maligned hispanic jew
I walk with the talking heads through blades of a shaded elbows thrust;
entrusted with the saving of lifes abnormal worm
crawling as I serenade the hand grenade as we waltz through the blitz of tender gas
my adoring eyes settle on the breast of the frowning eel
as I peel away the sunset from the eyebrows of her buttered sisters cheeks;
with faith lost in the blow-up doll where trolls my urge to sketch
the wretched beast who drums my uncertain eye
humps the rump steak virgin oil on a termite mound
as my second cousin to the furnished crown of gods informal dress
uniforms my casual dress into a more eclectic manner of conceipt;
I am in love with the boil on the backsideof her heart
wanking with the spanking hand of the occult
in sulking trees with knees of abanded seed
she breathes my semon cold through the veins of abandoned profiterole ghost;
I love you most
when hung drawn and quatered and dead beneath a crescent moon;
too soon the frowning of despair
with my pickled chin with receding hair
slice my wrist with the hostess blade of abandoned flight
skip; skip into the darkness of a dancefloor with its red aubergine
purchase my soil with the inept coins of cluttered regime
march. march with pixies with their panoramaic views
of relinqueshed religous apple stew;
in the excreted company of the wolves nocturnal cyst
piss on my face
and trace the ancestrol role of my ancesters coconut oil;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
wow, such vividly obscene volatility
showcased with: purposed integrity!
this be a poem that is meant, to be felt
not merely read..
conveying with unmistakeable clarity
the anguish of the author
at that one time
in this one - singular, mindset...
(although
I would understand if some may argue
this needs an age restriction warning
for its graphic imagery
admittedly this is a little less subtle
than your usual, artistry)
either way, at least for me
this is such, an intriguing read!
(I've never - ever, read hate of the 'broken hearted'
expressed with such: unvarnished eloquence):
'I am in love with the boil on the backsideof her heart
wanking with the spanking hand of the occult
in sulking trees with knees of abanded seed
she breathes my semon cold through the veins of abandoned profiterole ghost;
I love you most'
reminds me of the Great: Emily Disckinson:
'It would never be Common—more—I said—
Difference—had begun—
Many a bitterness—had been—
But that old sort—was done—
Or—if it sometime—showed—as 'twill—
Upon the Downiest—Morn—
Such bliss—had I—for all the years—
'Twould give an Easier—pain—'
from 'It would never be common, more - I said' or 'poem 430'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-8305 )
I agree totally...perhaps an age restriction should have been in place.
and sincere apologies for anyone who has found this write offensive;
having said that, I can only write in the place my mind has taken me.
thank you L B Mek.
as always, I appreciate your straight forward and honest comment.
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