too long gone
silhouette and the bribe of pedestal
hanging free of purpose
from a time discreet
seclusion second guessing second chance;
a souvenir from the blind uncivilised
black viola, lazy as a crab
sleeping in the armpit of a song
with daisy-chains eclectic in a mood
of colours mixed with green and lemon tea;
ten paces turned
burned and tortured
violence in the hidden touch of silk
milking manhood's Monday afternoon
king of guillotine . queen of thunder;
a still-born stare
cold-vein blue
a headless chomp on a sweet potato chip;
fried and flustered
harpsichord and shit!
sentiment with an echo from a coin
speed of life
premature
loin and linen
consulate unclean;
a vulture in a bra
prehistoric man
with panoramic views
and oh my dear!
look what they've done with the blues;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 21st, 2023 13:26
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Brilliant. I like the way you use abstract images to form concrete themes.
cheers Thomas
Superb and your last stanza is probably one of your most powerful that I've ever read, and you know me I also had a chuckle at your imagery lol fabuuuulous ❤️
as kind as always Teddy.
nice sentiment
thank you
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