sixteen years
how many times the hand-me-downs
laid graveside with gratuitous alarm.
unnoticed by the peers of second chance
one glancing blow
from the kingdom of imperial disease
through the proverbs of November
with a gift of stone
bringing light to the dark side of my skin;
a tapestry of colours
as bitter as a lemon on a breast.
a braille of air
for the mother of almighty
unpictured. marking time
neatly pruned
a chism for the blind side of a tongue.
what came the bastard son of ammonia and grease
a tumbleweed above anatomy;
once more to ice under canopy of scars
a world unseen by glass or neophyte.
dawns shadows in their dying days
in a red-dye mood
boiling blood in the urine of a shrimp.
where goes so shall I follow
playing solitaire with the yellow of my eyes
sucking on the fingers of release
watching as a world goes rushing by;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2023 17:28
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Beautiful!!!!
thank you very much
My oh are welcome!!
Fantastic use of language, great work.
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