The Colour Clean

aDarkerMind

the colour clean.

life for life; life above all else.

no fear for sake of tolerence

maternal bites it's lungs, two pennies drop

both heavier than lamb

in a summer's dress untouched.

 

this season where the poachers eggs lie still

sings love too deep to penetrate

our single lines of tram to matador

black-pudding proud in pots of knotted wool.

no coat-of-arms on chastity and chase

the colour clean.

life for life; life beyond all else.

 

the farmyard smell of cantaloupe and grape

through twitching eyes grows fast as frost allows

turning graves of worms in a turrets wheel

no eliment will rise a devils bread

at fever pitch in a crib of skin

the colour clean.

life for life; life before all else.

 

now the breeding waters drop their drunken calves

at one with all in monarchs root and mote

mourning flowers white on a plate of steam

the raw side of the meat now vomits change.

the colour. clear as acid.

life for life; placid be the rich;

am up to my neck in gods potato skin!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2024 11:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Teddy.15

    Extraordinary 🌹

  • Cassie58

    Some incredible lines here :

    black- pudding proud in pots of knotted wool

    mourning flowers while on a plate of steam

    the raw side of the meat now vomits change

    Such original poetic expression. Much enjoyed.

    • aDarkerMind

      most kind words Cassie.
      thank you.

    • Thomas W Case

      Tremendous work.



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