out walking with an X
beneath a sun through drought's diversity
no water-mark nor petals in our shoes
not a single word desire or otherwise.
sucking cider through the earlobe of the meat
one chance to meet and polish yesterdays
charmed bullets over broadway
from a chekov gun with motive to intent.
to the valley in our love-boat
I sang suppressed
you haggled better view of dormouse
shitting out her eggs!
your alpine dress, my flannel shirt
blood spatter from the oboe to the dirt.
blame Hitchcock
he encouraged us to love.
he gave a man who knew too much
you took his seed and sucked his eye-balls out!
what are we now?
which one of us is dead?
me, as dry as aniseed
on an orthopedic bed
or you with bouncing tennis balls
with a mile of skin to shed?
come visit me in hollywood
share me your bullet wound
and I will share loves tragedy
with an alka-seltzer pill.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
So very beautifully crafted, I could think of worst meetings, sometimes in life confronting things that need to be faced actually settles ones gut. A wonderful provocative write dear Melvin. 🌹
Wow, what an
awesomazing write! 👍
Captivating and
eloquently penned
AND a treat to recite!!
Thanks for sharing!!
Best regards, peace. ✌️
Thad
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