I never make promises to myself
In a flowing verse
I seem to forget everything
Lashes of innocence I laugh at mumbling coxcombs
The truth you lampoon
A rhapsody of rhymes in a maze
Shallow and florid
I inhale, my lesson
Subject abort
The words I erase
A goat song
Next to the pain in my chest
And take shape in a new form
Lifeless corpse
With white skin and red lips
And no, and no real acumen
Use me like a toy
I will be a good boy for you
Doing everything you say
Keep me and concede your love
As you spit in my mouth
I want to die in your arms
Tied up on a dirty mattress
Piss stained and subdued
Tethered with sinew, I don't move
At night I lick my wounds
I am a reed in the wind when you ignore me
I want you more, more than I could say
I admire your façade, how you deny yourself
The kitsch I horde come alive
The sorrow in my lungs, a perfect crime
Ravish priceless lights, a mind ravaged with fantasy
Chasity in a cage, elude the fear in your bones
Afraid, we're insane
Every lingering ache I circumvent
Pursue your punishment in punctual darkness
I inhale, my lesson
Subject abort
The words I erase
A goat song
Next to the pain in my chest
And take shape in a new form
Lifeless corpse
With white skin and red lips
And no, and no real acumen
Use me like a toy.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 25th, 2024 19:45
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54
Comments1
Oh Jordan... the first stanza-- no, the entire poem-- describes your poetic persona perfectly... you do "forget everything" in your florid maze of images and confessions. You are so adept at rendering the most lurid or ugly references... cigarettes, dirty mattresses, piss, corpse... into a powerful thing of beauty, intensity, and yes courage.
Thank you again!
lovely comment, jarcher
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