When Once Was Nothing More Than Just

aDarkerMind



when once was nothing more than just.

infant grounds for the old scream

crusting the mellow of my laboured crawl.

long days beneath the minutes song

stringed arms for the stretching of my lame mood

fresh feet for the rising of a wind thigh through my stride

when once,

as the cruel sea parted with my last vein

so I die alone on the curse of a white whales sap;

 

when twice through the seaweed of the grasp

coined hands starving the slots of my tail

as the frail fingers of my bitter corpse

strokes one virgin star

as the mother to her lame tail on a crabs tongue

flickers with the fibres of vegan lips on a red meat mist

fisting the papers of my dove note droll

oiling the fountain of my salmon

releasing the ashes of my dead rose

so I sink with the treasures of the reef;

 

when once was nothing more

than just brail air on the hairs of my page

than just a ripe spoon on a stale breast

a furball for the kittens of the waves throat

as now floats the semen of my scalp;

when once was twice of something less

when I tasted death and stomached a pleasured pain

gained knowledge and feathered the father of my teach

reached for the scars.

lost love

but drowned a better man;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2021 12:27
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • aDarkerMind

    am always deeply touched by your comments Teddy.
    very rare i write anything that i like;
    but reading your poerty has taught me.....
    write with your heart and never be afraid to cry!
    thank you;

  • L. B. Mek

    'flickers with the fibres
    of vegan lips on a red meat mist
    fisting the papers of my dove note droll
    oiling the fountain of my salmon
    releasing the ashes of my dead rose
    so I sink with the treasures of the reef;

    when once was nothing more
    than just brail air on the hairs of my page'..
    Indeed, dear visionary Poet
    'may, we all
    be lucky enough, to drown
    in our exertion's: rains!'
    Brilliantly executed
    it's a privilege, to read
    your Poetry's: unwavering honesty.

  • Thomas W Case

    Beautiful, powerful and important. I really love this.



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