at home on the farm
with my laughing-gas on a sun-burnt trampoline,
no paupers here
only big cats with their gastric bands
singing songs of pitted prunes
while the sand dunes blow their bubbles to the sea.
there is fury on the cotton buds
with a soldiers eye on a fish hook staring down.
there is water in my soup
as clear as day in an electric rocking chair.
she is here again
a lady dressed in white.
she parts my hair and a thousand seas escape
through the iron bars that block a summers view.
it is feeding time.
an alphabet of rainbow pills
to cure my ill's
to cure my ham
to scramble both my eggs with a crucifix.
something cold is in the air.
it is in her voice
tempting me to run amok
with the blisters and the corns in a summer frock.
but my nose is blocked
I cannot sneeze
it is only when I spark
I dare to dream.
you plug me in three times a day.
A B C.
you left a menu on my knee.
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Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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And I have been accused of being cryptic. Like a modern art painting I don't understand it but I like it as the color of the words blends and the shape of the meter like angles and lines pleases the senses.
am a great believer of cryptic Soren.
write a poem, let the reader make of it what they will.
it keeps my mind ticking over, and takes me away from this world I no longer understand.
and if some may enjoy it, and it pleases their senses, I am all the happier.
thank you for your kind words.
I sense a fellow spirit
Are you making sorrenbarret work? 🤣 Hey I'm just going to say what came to mind the pensioners who have been left in the cold by the new government, but that may be the most potty analysis you have ever had, it just speaks to me. Absolutely beautiful in any case. 🌹
have been reading Anne Sexton Teddy.
memories of a brother living under lock and key.
to be compared with the pensioners being screwed by this new goverment?
I would say yes to that Teddy.
thank you x
💙
Amazing write
you are most kind Tony.
thank you.
You're welcome
"she is here again" is the heart of this; then "it is only when I spark I dare to dream" nails it. Nice.
thank you Dan.
a comment very much appreciated.
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