if you touch me, I will move.
I am not a rock of canine teeth or swirl.
it was the sanctuary of shade
that struck me dumb the third side of a coin.
I swallowed whole the second day he rose.
it was the third day when I chose
to spit my trowel and diet with the worms.
my second skin of flesh now sixtyfour
my jaw-bone soft and sulking like a book,
a paper-back. a multitude of whims.
if you touch me, I will bruise.
I am not an art of noise or rancid smell.
it was the salt i craved
from a table-spoon of wine on a broken nerve.
I drank it dry and puked all scenes away.
it was the anti-social mouth I fed.
my twin of most unorthadox.
his schizo-effective polaroid
straight between the guise
a slice of lemon hanging from it's eyes.
if you kiss me, I will die.
I will kick my blood and lick my bandaid dry.
I have harboured pain four times a river deep.
my idle oils on camel skin.
it was the hands too heavy handed in a curse
when I murdered my distractions
with unaccompanied disguise
brushed my hair of still-born cells of white.
when the second-comming plucked me from the vine
and hacked my black viola out of spite.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Powerful and vivid. Tremendous work.
thank you Thomas.
am as cheerful as always!
Full of vivid imagery this poem demands attention to the incongruous and juxtaposed metaphors that cover it like corpses on a battlefield. It talks more to the heart than head and leaves one dizzy with a fever. Nicely done.
very kind words indeed sorenbarret.
thank you very much.
The third side of the coin, wow dear Melvin, such imagery has to be read over and over, something tells me of aches and pains for sure in metaphor at the least. Superb 🌹
thank you once again Teddy x
Once again, thought Provoking.
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