neither of us mad
we were merely preordained in a house of smells.
one ignorant. one pacifist.
we were limbs apart from sanity rehearsed.
I have seen your eyes through the hormones I possess
digging with my orange spade
your clumsy laugh as hollow as a tree
below the knee
this is where I find my vertigo
my well-to-do on death-row
in a state of mind as high as you a crab
tobacco brown. a spider in a tin
spinning white my ponys' tail
too drunk to give a shit
now the black-veiled face of muscles paint my chin
take away these pains of pregnancy and ills.
I have never seen your arms make any sense.
we were both as one
both dead below the wrist.
it was only when the froth died
did I obtain a more organic view
and paint one million laughter lines
for family and friends to peek-a-boo!
which one the villain
village moth or city's butterfly?
you milked my goat
I kissed you dead and slept a week or so
living on the fat I sucked
flown in from China
crispy as a duck.
neither of us mad.
one down and one to go
I am face down with my beads of vertigo.
still I listen to your hair in a mothers frock.
one down and one to go
naked as a snail or polka dot;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Reminds me of early Bukowski. Tremendous work.
thank you Thomas.
As always your imagery twists my mind. 🌹
thank you Teddy.
Amazing lines. The imagery is so unique. Quite an experience reading you.
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