bright lights and roundabouts;
look down this city's thumbnail as she sleeps.
no wide-awake can see her
green as snake; charming as the horse's eye.
blood-orange flames her palm prints
through kiss-and-tell to tickled bone,
sucking left-side golden taproot, her,
hours-glass on the thin side of the knick-knack tree
pipes her half-starved eyelids
dull as stone, bright as keys
her house of pregnant plums where claws her turtle-neck;
half-house her own; half someone else.
her scarlet eyes trace footprints to her wedgewood sea
where greet-boy's dry-roast thirteen rose-buds
dead as winter's spleen;
All Hallows Eve,
Jack-o!-Lantern trumpets tamborine!
treat or trick; candy-seed greets Halloween;
Soul cakes her morning flakes for beggars buggered-up routine
jumps eye-balls crisp as candy
now the randy men drink diesel as the ghouls smack terpentine.
spank man or moon, only hollow men,
turn Winter Summer Wine.
how dead All Saint's this day, now
our city sleeps her thumbnail, as
the dead sleep-crawl and slither with the knees
of knock-kneed pimples surrogated brothers to our trees,
wear masks of ghouls to pacify our land of sex and crawl.
how sweet this city tastes when finds,
the bison with one ball!
feed us this day our daily bread,
fishmonger born-n-bred;
give us the ghost of Halloween,
and we will cut off both his heads!
Halloween
when love bleeds death
when death breaths love
no man will rise above;
we have only seeds of darkness
and one brain to give away!
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2021 16:23
- Comment from author about the poem: L.B.....part two. treat or trick?
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'hours-glass
on the thin side of the knick-knack tree
pipes her half-starved eyelids
dull as stone, bright as keys
her house of pregnant plums where claws her turtle-neck;
half-house her own; half someone else.
her scarlet eyes trace footprints
to her wedgewood sea
where greet-boy's dry-roast
thirteen rose-buds
dead as winter's spleen;'
Brilliant!
(and you even managed to keep the thirteen theme!
thank you, my friend
this was the spiked punch, I was looking for
to juxtapose my tepid vanilla)
'what a Talent!'
a write inspired by, and dedicated to, a poet i have been luck enough to find;
thank you L.B.
wow love this so deep
thank you for your kind words, much appreciated.
welcome
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