Time. Now the end begins. Again.
Psycotropic Hades. I purr peels of silver.
A hush.
I see the cure dissolve. Under my tongue.
A tab. A way through.
Other News. He found her scent.
She lent him her heat. Grey.
Glued to the dream.
It nailed her to me like steel.
The burrs prickle. Infinite tiny spears.
A seed of moonlight burbles. A sound of
bells.
I am fixed. Ripe things sway with the heat.
They take their time.
Slowly they drift through the seam.
Through twilit slits.
You only have to wait. It will find you.
You must let it happen. Like the moon.
Full In it’s circuit. The hiss and whir.
Terrible Saturnalia. We are lost.
Propped under purple violet.
I saw the dream once. Light under a doorway.
a tulip dying in drought.
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July 10 2022
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Author:
TS James (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I sometimes write surrealism. I find it a subliminal doorway to expressionism. I right in a variety of voices, but each one mine. I would like to write many more poems on this site. The other site I was on was way overcrowded and frankly a lot of it is written like someone never read a lick of poetry. You maybe able to figure the site I mean. Thanks for having me. Any and all feedback encouraged- Tj Struska
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Comments1
great imagery, thanks for sharing..
and remember, just write for yourself
fck everyone else, this is your space
do you!
Thank you LB, I fled allpoetry, too much drama and nonsense. I have Hundreds of worthwhile poems for this site.. See ya soon- Tj
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