Of All I Owe The Very Least

aDarkerMind



of all I owe the very least

to drum and drink a flesh-soup ball

at the loose end of the dry earth.

chrome fleas of the rushed sleep

as a silent thunder drains my sleepwalk snare

scouting tresspass on the almonds of the dull weed steer

scaling the antlers of the stray stag on my limpimg wrist;

 

of all I owe madfellows, pillows and pears

airing caution through the sinus of their chain

tapping the waters of their loins.

no more a summer dressed in winter thyme

more a delicate wreath for the hammer song

thumping the anvil of the bruised reign

a gemini twin on a springboard dicing beef;

 

sleep without motion

devotion to a lesser theif

grease for the camel of my throat

coating the surface of my teeth;

 

of all I owe the very most

ghost of the pardon; ghoul of the leprechaun;

school of the fishbone magnets deep trapeze;

 

at the loose end of the dry earth

a dry month in an oceans swell

selling stories to the peacock

as I bridle the rashions of my feed;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2021 14:55
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 32
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  • L. B. Mek

    'as a silent thunder, drains
    my sleepwalk snare
    scouting tresspass on the almonds
    of the dull weed, steer'..
    beautifully vivid and exceptionally Unique, as always
    Abstract, stretched to its fathomable tethers..
    thanks for choosing to share your brilliance, dear Poet
    'what, a Talent!'

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you once more L B Mek;

      much appreciated.



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