Through What Was Once An Anger In My Vein

aDarkerMind



through what was once an anger in my vein

grand scales for my wheat hut on a mud patch grill

truant walls on pastures polaroid.

 

for the corn that cured the mangrove

star-white for the brown tree crush

pigeons wrapped as lemons in our arms;

 

the mad room died as quiet stirred it's bed broth

as mad as heads; as wide as canyon jaw

our hands not once had dared to eat the rose;

 

our chair of wake where rocked our wooden trail

it's creeking feet on boards of narrow dust

visioned only the sunburn on our brains;

 

through what was once a thimble for our blood

our ceiling crawled. our crucifix

now safe upon the footprints of the tailed broom;

 

the arc that now eludes our flock of hair

our table bound. our ankles layed

our secrets safe within the knowledge of the grain;

 

through what was once a journey through the snare

now a race with the termites to the cause

to surface our possession; book and crawl;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 11th, 2021 11:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 37
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  • aDarkerMind

    thank you Teddy.
    not sure on this one...
    mind all over the place today so got lost somewhere.
    a day to forget i think;
    always nice to hear your views.
    thanks again.



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