My Fluorescent Artichoke Poem, by Melvin James, at My poetic side

my fluorescent artichoke

it came to me more years ago

than any tale dare tell.

from a fathers pride of alphabet

in a raincoat with a birthmark on it's chin.

it came within a whisker

where the lonely hearts walk sideways

to a box of pearls from gods own pseudonym.

it was a telegram from the snout in a devils tie

that lead us to believe all fruit is bad

and be tossed aside

like lost chords of a wingless flower moth

to the merry bones of china

holding food as fate in a fat mans spout

from the gossip of each tongue that spat us out.

we gathered as fine treasures

on our weather-map at dawn

marched three heroes hours

to our beds of gold and corn.

under ships light with our fish knives

we built a house of nails through bandaged hands

as our sweat glands lived and breathed

through honeycomb and oil.

we came within a whisker

to where the lonely hearts of heads and limbs

walked sideways to a box of pearls

from gods own pseudonym.

Comments +

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.

My Fluorescent Artichoke