as broad as an elephants claw.
the mounds of holly, jolly as a jumping bean
jumps higher than a needle to the thread.
the glass with eyes no bigger than the brain
head-first it came from houses to the flies.
down-wind came water, brighter than the bone.
asparagus green with a pinch of salted flesh.
freshly cut from the horses smell.
Mojave dusts his fingerprints
two miles safe with his pride of paradox;
four clouds of dust as risen as the dead.
slight-of-hand hides the Tarots card of god
from the drowning man, the pillow and the squawk
diving deep into the wounds of heavens well;
still comes the water. thick as candle-blood;
chain feet of sun, birds brain and caviar.
from calf to the burning tongue beyond the flare.
to the lords and to the masses hatching eggs.
no man yet as truer than the woman on the nest.
no god yet has taught me otherwise;
where hides thy Rod and Staff
the broken wings of Sparrow hanging blue?
there are no footprints in the castles of the sand.
there are no twelve men less common than the ham;
each life has it's cycle
we are ill-prepared to guess as otherwise;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2023 11:41
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
amazing poem keep writting
most kind. thank you.
four clouds of dust as risen as the dead.
slight-of-hand hides the Tarots card of god
from the drowning man, the pillow and the squawk
diving deep into the wounds of heavens well;
still comes the water. thick as candle-blood
For some reason I see Africa in this one. 💖
indeed you can Teddy.
this ever changing world of ours is hurting so many people.
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