just one piece,
and not one penny more.
it is well hidden, seldom seen
this distortion of the skull. this manifest
where rests long lock of hair
good vibes to share
these knuckles hunched like glands
floating carbon-free
through a forest of the goading wood
hoodwinked, the forskin's hands
so do they shake and flake
the almond trees
whose shaven legs beg heat
no more of else
no pines with needles
strumming coral verse
bleached eyes now white
as Sunday tripe
the first bite is the cleanest
from the stomach of a cow
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: July 25th, 2024 11:29
- Category: Unclassified
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