say now.
break silent beads and speak;
all spines have ears no silence can destroy!
flush cisterns eyes,
this Sundays shawl no longer hides it's dead jazz of convulsion;
what lives, no blood can maul;
king queen and countless relish,
thinking thumbs on thumping page
chest-high to sulpher, taller than the wheel.
pallbearer fails one servant more,
his horny beard where hides the cornflake boy
mute as twising fibres rounding tongue and moon alike,
comes kingdoms lair from kingdom come,
revenge both sweats and colds it's iron brew;
sixty years from heaven sells the tellers eye,
one extra year to snort the whites of eye-less dust;
this house of holy beings chasing migraine with the headache pill,
who do we trust?
no voice from head or polygraph
should walk as two, as two unrecognized;
one down and one to go!
the bad-head boy, deceased.
when, brother,
king queen and countless relish;
how soon becomes my head as bad as yours?
- Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 15th, 2021 05:21
- Comment from author about the poem: I failed you!
- Category: Love
- Views: 11
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