without light or prejudice
without the light of a sudden suprise
pink eyes on the handles of my shoes
sand storms running with the currents of my brain
sketches of a godless fiend with a supper for my joy;
with the curves of my spine
bending with the castles of my trees
serpent steel on butterfly wings
as stings the submission of my choke
a borrowed love for a horseshoe heart
as gallops the sunshine of our cream;
warm lips on a carousal coin
fresh loins for the apples of my monkeys heart
parting the seas of my hair
forty nights still windows look the same
tame the beast as the yellow of the sun
becomes one with the dachsund wand
and the spilling of my phamptom weed;
with a jukebox penny in muscles arms
seven counts still combing
the solitaire flame of a heart beneath a diamonds potters wheel
as she gambles the stubble of my platform beard on the steam of a composite train;
how strange the whispering angel
never once believed in the semen of my skies
as she rised with the merciless gods of tortured pleasure
treasured the perils of a self-harm map
and stamped a postcard fairytale to my mothers circus claw;
three knees bending backwards
running with the caffeine stains of her swollen mound
her gown for her creatures and her caged hips
shits on the foreskin of her dancing cock and bull
how senseless the needles of our lust
when all I am is nothing more
than a man with your child in his eyes;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: July 17th, 2021 11:46
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
there's a film, its a 90's oldy and one I have a soft spot for
titled 'Rising Sun', with the great Sean Connery
and a young Wesley snipes,
basically the premise, is a beautiful young lady
murdered in a Japanese office and this two guys
from wildly differing backgrounds investigate.
If you ever get a chance to see it
I think you may see how your words, inadvertently
may be interpreted
as an empathetic dedication: to that young lady...
'running with the caffeine stains
of her swollen mound, her gown
for her creatures
and her caged hips, shits
on the foreskin
of her dancing cock and bull
how senseless: the needlessness
of our lust'..
(what a purposefully - poignantly, aggressive
and deeply insightful write, dear poet
'what a Talent'!)
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