hindsight.
precautionary means as always does.
confession came handcuffed to melancholy.
I came to see
the skank remains of fairy's in a still.
until this day
only memoirs and a painting with a clue
haunting half-unconscious
through a Jesus blood of abstract mixed with glue;
time and horticulture
the muscles of the rose
once fed my mouth, lopsided as my groin
now coins my plant-based anger as it grows
from preordained to panic in a never ending glow
edging ever closer to the warmth of Eden's snow;
stick on stick
ramshackle house of firewood and spit
climbs taller than a moon-rise on my brain
a prehistoric wingless subterfuge;
this looking back in angst
to faces swollen
bigoted and bare.
a naked truth
Epimetheus himself cannot repair;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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I suspect we'd all like to go back and change something dearest Melvin. I know I would. ❤️ stunning imagery uniquely yours. If you had a book it would certainly stand well ❤️
Brilliant my friend. Excellent use of language.
thank you Thomas
very kind words Teddy.
thank you.
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