wallflower green.
it was the crawl that broke my sleep.
of root and veil it came and crossed command.
it has inherited my looks of age
bit my tongue with it's flame-proof manifest.
he knows best when he knows less of me.
it was the lemon through the trees
the half-baked quartz on a paralyzed trapeze
that stood as paper-bag in a twin mask larp.
it was fiction. it was green.
it came with sword from the carbon of a six
from a mango tree in it's early morning fix.
it is 6 o'clock with a world at half asleep.
a day to point my feet to the southern cross
to mourn my loss of less important things.
I have a ton of wood to peel and plant
hide it's cries in the glass-eyes of it's god
wallflower green
by his own hand
of root and veil
it came and crossed command;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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How very true the show must go on. Beautiful and most profound dearest Melvin. 🌹
Powerful work. I love your use of language.
he knows best when he knows less of me...this is a really beautiful line!
thank you Alan.
very much appreciated.
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