Under Once Of Bone When Salem Slept

aDarkerMind



under once of bone when Salem slept

sweet necked trees with shouldered blades

paved the smart of a clown shag smoke

saved for the windchimes of locust song

whose blood brass finger trails

crucified an Easter log

in songs of Eden snare;

 

polkadot breeze on a grieving flare

bare hound pounds on skins deleted lips

he of she

as drips the parsnip form of sea

repeating the summons of a cord

Lords trust on a constant sphere

turnpike bone all alone nobody weeps;

 

where goes my forests fingers?

mortician trails

as fails my epilog

bread crust wine on thymes rosemary sage

cages the moment of my rage

blood soup ears

let pork be my sheepskin sound;

 

cut my knees

curdle the custard of my trees

knowledge is

memory is

is all beyond the treasures of disease

it is not on heart

it is all beneath

it is all beyond

snow teeth in the belly of my body;

 

die soon

on the wings of a virgin child

where once she lied

on the tombstone once when once our mother sighed;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 22nd, 2021 12:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'll be your one...
  • Category: Love
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  • flyingfish

    WOW so complex and full of imagery and prompts to dwell upon. Thanks and Cheers

  • L. B. Mek

    'cut my knees
    curdle the custard of my trees
    knowledge is
    memory is
    is all beyond the treasures of disease'..
    Brilliant!

  • Thomas W Case

    Superb as always. The mind is strange. My mind thinks, the Beatles and great classic poetry, Lord Byron vibe.

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you my friend



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