one backward step.
how soon a moral backdrop
flies sunrise mute as grass beyond reprieve.
no silver tossed aside from windows perch,
now all but sundry kiss their soft retreat.
both devils we,
two inside the engine wrapped as horse-meat safe from sound
bound and gagged,
time alone no healer for our crippled thoughts of grandeur;
quiet lies
now sweet revenge drips deep as chardonnay.
as numbers passed in bottles hand to mouth
we have no clues the whereabouts of this;
but this, and this alone
this alone our theory circumcised;
through a thousand flies to the necktie of defeat
no paraphrase applauding dark discreet;
what cold day of October came our violets as green
as green unseen to eye and cello's mist?
exported now to the courtyard ill-prepared
she no silk
me, no devils snake nor cuckoos nest
to rest as hours lost now far beyond,
one backward step
both devils we.
bound and gagged
set free;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Extraordinary, your imagery is quite something. ❤️
thank you Teddy;
'two inside the engine
wrapped as horse-meat
safe from sound'
few realise the depth of this line
since most have forgot
where the term horsepower
came from...
!Brilliant!
(we fall forwards
while leaping backwards
wishing on a faithless prayer
warped mindsets, decrying reality
waning hope's clinging to nihilism's
ease
Why care, when 'Fck It' is answer
enough..)
I read and learn wise Poet
thank you my friend.
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