a suicide wind in a cardboard sky
pry's into the core of earths compelling eye
a stroll through the lives of lifes upending grief
a canopy of snow where
merchants of a slow moving cancer
chances it's charm on the forearms muscle of tinned beef and boiled caviar;
a shot of love
an introvenus drip
licking the palms of a sculptured priest
as he fondles the balls of a muskrat high on his very own piss;
am merry and drunk on the poisoned skunks letters to an aging flame
as it burns with a receeding heirloom as a catcuss blossoms and blooms
as a circus child dances on the triangled squares in disenchanted rooms.
bloom and prosper within the walls of a sudden reprieve
please the erected metaphors of love minus defeat
in the heat of a sixtynine
suck my toes and swallow my dragon tail smile
talk with me a while
of when death became a smile and danced with a grieving gin
as my nose became a violin and a home for a safety pin;
never mind the bollocks
Johnny was a rotten scoundrel who dared to save our queen
I know what you meant
I know what you mean
when once I thought I found you
in a dark deserted bar
dancing on the night from star to star;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for Johnny Rotten and Neil Young; with you both, our planet of music will live forever;
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Comments2
Good one, D.M.
thank you Jerry;
am always pleased to read your comments.
"a suicide wind in a cardboard sky" great image I can hear Niel Young singing it.
The title of this poem paints quite a numb feeling. The Sex Pistols are always great, and Heart of Gold by Neil Young is a staple on my life. He's such a cute, genuine man and songwriter.
yes he is Jordan. and a big fan of punk and Johnny Rotten...
and I am a huge fan of them both.
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