one on one

aDarkerMind



one on one

no bars erect enough.

this blank stampede

bugged and bare

heirloom and constant bramble

flickers eye one century of wood;

astonishment hymns weed

songstress of tumour

hanging from a chord

in costume green enough

to pleasure craft and passengers unseen;

the brooding dark of pregnant anagram

spells unwise a penny for the guy

turning bright his harpsicord and flute

aloof beyond austere to sanctuary;

safe-haven with a pencils frown

etched on glass

more striking than a curse;

this curious sublime

of anecdotes from the smiling tongue of death

licks clean it's torso

dull but beautiful;

profound cuisine

eating with a Liger in a stream

chewing gristles fibre on a cabaret of thought

dancing with the arrows of distraught

piercing ears and the yellow of our eyes;

one on one

home comforts in a box.

a flame of teething whisky

a Highland cigarette

my reason for insanity

I haven't found it yet;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2023 13:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: a sweet smell of success
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 12
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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Comments2

  • Thomas W Case

    Brilliant.

    • aDarkerMind

      am touched by such a word Thomas.

      thank you very much.

    • Teddy.15

      I could name a thousand reasons for your insanity lol, and a million for your genius, love this poem, it creeps out at the reader like 3D art 🎨

      • aDarkerMind

        only a thousand Teddy ;o)

        thank you...

        generous in thought and words as always.

        again.....thank you.



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