no flesh my iron lung
repossessed through foolish remedies
one single cut
a flowing tide of vengance through a skull
shoplifters eyes
picking through the bowels submissive red.
the rubber-room
as dead as he is bored
the welcome mat
wagging tongues
new breed of fish
what else are we to be?
the running mock
pays heavy on the toll
one roll of rock
my plastic is your primrose
my seed no lesser soul.
too many sad goodbyes.
firewood my master's siamese.
twinned by fires light
the bitter knave
canned heat a better place
than you know where.
tread heavy on the soil
this earth asleep
it is one roll of rock
one devil's weed.
somewhere among the reeds
where pigeons die.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A soulmate on the other side of where we be is all I see. This is one that makes my heart heavy, so very very beautiful. 🌹
Good write, DM.
thank you for dropping by Jerry.
most kind and much appreciated.
Captivating stanzas Melvin.
Drawn to the lines
my plastic is your primrose
my seed no lesser soul
too many sad goodbyes
The lines are heavy and the imagery most
unusual. The mood is melancholic. Thank you for sharing.
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