aDarkerMind

Be Strong Disheveled Entity



be strong disheveled entity

with church and empire fused to throne

who strays to bundle hay on cockrells' back

now god has summoned horse-reel tooth and stone

but not for she nor the virgin on her back

(to die to rise above the slack)

to pen with papered sword one village black

for man and mule to hack bell-peppers horn;

 

be strong the pilgrims plight on primrose hill

that stills the cancers borrowed bouys from the chained sea

for boy and me to age as sinking skin

beneath gods robe of lambs-tongue krill and tailored suit

sail whip-lash through the bladder of the eyes

to channel apes to pentogram of weed

to seed the doubled coin of headless shrimp;

 

it is time to summer oak a winters tale

now I have see the reaper grim as merrowed edge

a fledgling combing fabric of my bed sheet

I have made no pledge to dress as death nor creature

comfort high adoring eyes on the knuckled meat

to weave behind the bell-hook incarnation

to be as one with the undead giant bloodborne;

 

be still be calm these seas that fuel my blood-itch

now I have seen the reaper grin and bare his idle hands

for the touching of the sacred scarecrows country glands

to swell my windows crave for tree of fig:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments3

  • Neil Higgins

    25th November 1966,The Bag Of Nails pub, London.The Jimmy Hendrix Experience,first played a live gig Infront of a tiny audience.There was one Paul McCartney in the audience however.Word soon spread,and the following Tuesday,when Jimmy Hendrix played again,the place was rammed.
    But I digress.Another excellent piece Melvin,of thought and cander.

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you Neil...
      I remember The Winter Gardens, Bournemouth. The Arts Centre, Poole;
      small venues for the big bands to come and play...sadly long gone; even Joe Bonamassa came to Mr Kyps many years ago...that held no more than 100 ! music seems to be more about giant stadiums these days;

    • Teddy.15

      Ask for freedom? Being let free from the demons who haunt you? I'm coming back to this

      it is time to summer oak a winters tale

      now I have see the reaper grim as merrowed edge

      a fledgling combing fabric of my bed sheet

      I have made no pledge to dress as death nor creature

      comfort high adoring eyes on the knuckled meat

      to weave behind the bell-hook incarnation

      to be as one with the undead giant bloodborne

      As ever you do it in such amazing style. Brilliant tongue twisting imagery.

      • aDarkerMind

        freedom and release....am still in lockdown it seems;

        thank you Teddy.

        • Teddy.15

          The demons that grace us in lockdown, yes ive had these too, not so much this year but last year was literally unbelievable, i did get some poetry from it though. i hope that your days are better very soon, dear friend. x

        • L. B. Mek

          :that fig tree of prosperity, winking
          between moonlit slits
          of nightmare smeared bed sheets,
          I seek answers, dear universe!
          Nietzsche, decried God's death a century ago
          and yet here I walk past
          Chaitya monasteries for the fashionable elite,
          Synagogues, that expand for one day of the year,
          Churches, in wealthy neighbourhoods - like faith is Capitalism's biggest convert,
          Mosque's, with intelligence agencies, surveillance vans parked outside...
          Gift me the wisdom to comprehend, why there's no Owls in City's
          when we need them the most, where: in every direction there's a crime waiting to stamp our loyalty card membership.
          Scarecrows, aplenty
          every street corner has a ghost floating between high's
          stumbling, over those who've surrender to life.
          Every new TV show is a Sci-fi or Comic adapted plot, futuristic and immense in scope
          and yet, in San Francisco
          they have a department for cleaning human faeces off our streets...
          I seek Hendrix as my ear's window of escape, and shuffle along
          watching and adding my ignorance to this Sea of pavemented obliviousness, we've collectively sculpted
          out of our cigarette ash dreams and and wine cork ambitions.
          It's hard: to be strong as a dishevelled entity of modernity
          'beneath gods robe of lambs-tongue krill and tailored suit
          sail whip-lash through the bladder of the eyes
          to channel apes to pentogram of weed
          to seed the doubled coin of headless shrimp;'
          (forgive me dear Poet
          I couldn't help myself but try and scribble a little feeble reply to your poetic mastery, thank you for choosing to share and inspire others with your supreme talent!)
          'and what a Talent, it is
          you've been gifted!'




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