A Pocketful of Catacombs


a pocketful of catacombs

charcoal grey

pointing to the alters in decay.

to the mourning sun

spitting like a cobra on a portobello street.

the big brass-band of surplus

from the pork rind raw as Saturn's smitten glow,

marching through the tantrums of a doll.

from the orderly 

to the buttons of a queue

now open for the fingers of a storm

as homeless as a streetlight

on a concrete bed of mittens in a ball.

through a mist of red

cockeyed archways wrestle 

to the summit of a thumb

where Alice; rich and beautiful

stands erect

in a prelude damp and dusted for a song.

through her looking-glass of anger 

the still-born nightshade 

haunts her head-to-toe

through an artificial light 

from the garden of amphibious romance

swimming through the cat-gut of reform.

our croquet lawn, at least

still proud and green;

as I as many others

have never walked the places

where your naked feet have been;








  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2023 05:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: the song says it all.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 10
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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  • 2781

    Made me think of that ultimate paradox, where the poor get it all.
    Probably right off, to blind to understand.

  • Lorenz

    we were absolutely synchronized !
    your words my worlds !
    And the opposite ...

  • Thomas W Case

    Such brilliance. Beautiful.

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you Thomas.
      very much appreciated.

    • Teddy.15

      Bones are all that's left in the end, what superb poetry from you as always, what's it all about this life! So thought provoking dear Melvin. Bravo ❤️

      • aDarkerMind

        thank you so much Teddy.

      • rhmn_7

        I really like how you give a beautiful flow to your words, great work!

        • aDarkerMind

          thank you.
          I appreciate your comment.

        • jarcher54

          Streets of London has inspired and haunted me for decades... one of my all-time go-to songs for solace and inspiration... your striking Alice is a wonderful reimagination... getting lost in your catacomb-poem is pretty cool too!

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