all the nonesense and the noise.
voice alone. one tickle through a vein
earth and wind for each the heirloom flies
from where each story came less satisfied.
blood and grapes
god-mother laced as faceless pick and pull
am full of this with something else besides
a ripple through the eyes
gods triple x. one-by-one
it turns a better shade's apocalypse.
on the edge of imperfection
reflection comes and mirrors all we see
an executed mind's white tapestry
in the arms of one more mythical than me.
this is the second phase of afterbirth,
my kind and graceful loin!
one million dots the first to walk away
what purpose now this artificial light?
enlightened straw. pale-god by who's
inflammatory eyes?
our skies alive with frost-bite
on a sea of pickled eggs.
all the nonesence and the noise...
...forget me not.
such distance never begs.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Fantastic work. You nailed this.
thank you very much Thomas.
as always.
Absolutely stunning my dear friend, I cannot choose a favourite line, an oscar also for you dearest Melvin. Ps I'm loving the poetry I'm reading. 🌹
thank you Teddy...as touching as always.
am pleased you are enjoying the work of someone I hold very dear.
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