If Only Time Could Sabre My Tooth Blood

aDarkerMind



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!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2021 13:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    Really like this

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you Saxon Crow;

    • L. B. Mek

      (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)

      • aDarkerMind

        thank you L B Mek;

        i do appreciate your comments;



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