if only time could sabre my tooth blood
flood-eels browsing the naked cancer of my glands
a land of florette in a lambs mood
sealing the wounds of my horn
blowing my trumpet and scoulding one movement of a sin;
how cross the moment on a steel grass
passing death where death has never confessed
asking only for a square god on a pheasants cross
caning the backside of a scenic trance in a silkworm mass
crawling like months through a week;
sun-dial the fractions of the hormone shed
shredding my fingers while a blade of blood
cuts through the template of my twisted form
as storms the cells of my love-wind
supressing the angles of a strangled pose on a hedge wood weed;
sewing with the handles of my rats paw
strawing with the semon of my shore-skin
with pinned arms on a cattle-grid mime
rhyming with the tombstone of a shell
hell is but a servant for a greater cheer to toast;
numbing the oysters of my toes
with shells ears on a cuckoo's map
laming the footprints of my silent tread
bedding the plants with my sperm breath on a dull spoon
mooning my ass on a pilgrims coat of chance;
and of she?
she of the bamboo tongue on a vampire knee
bleeding with the sunset of a day-break flea
stealing the mushrooms of my shrine
in a fog crawl where toads my littered breed;
if only time could sabre my tooth blood
flood my ears and peel my sunset dry;
eye one face of a storm race boiling strong
aim straight...
blow my bullok dry!
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2021 13:22
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Comments2
Really like this
thank you Saxon Crow;
(sorry, didn't do too well with my
not gonna be so overzealous, promise - yesterday
I blame your inking brilliance, still
I will repress my natural tendencies better today)..
and simply state, this was a hauntingly surreal
yet somewhat amusingly, an entirely relatable read:
'blowing my trumpet and scoulding one movement of a sin;
how cross the moment on a steel grass
passing death where death has never confessed
asking only for a square god'..
(if we could just get a definitive rule book
for life: at least we would know
which BS fuckery to shred and trample - on)
thank you L B Mek;
i do appreciate your comments;
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