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;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 22nd, 2021 12:58
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Comments3
WOW so complex and full of imagery and prompts to dwell upon. Thanks and Cheers
'cut my knees
curdle the custard of my trees
knowledge is
memory is
is all beyond the treasures of disease'..
Brilliant!
Superb as always. The mind is strange. My mind thinks, the Beatles and great classic poetry, Lord Byron vibe.
thank you my friend
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