a more obvious art.
a seller selling porcupines
knee-deep nostalgia runs a hidden crab.
from a science lab
perpetual in a sudden gaze of horizontal bliss.
a kiss from the painted lips of civil war.
when eaten raw
all colours pawn their garbage bags
no dust supreme
no blaspheme from an oriental herb.
oregano born
toffee-apple brown in a pin-striped suit.
only eat it when it boils.
heaven has her landscape.
hell a darker angel now
with a wrong kiss on the flip-side of a key.
my horse's shoes
walking with the sparrows
to where eden gave a grace of god
and sucked one thousand apples
from the belly of a cave.
am made of a mothers milk
from a fathers groin.
three silver coins for a coconut-shy
before they came
as splinters to my ears.
I listened in
and gave my legs to where I live.
three christs alive
all painted blue.
it is cold and all the bees are fast asleep;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 24th, 2024 12:33
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I have a picture of sucking a thousand apples from the belly of a cave. Mental pictures that occure on occasion and phrases that occur as well. Most iteresting a verbal Rorschach.
many thanks Soren.
apologies for the late reply...
will catch up soon.
A masterpiece love the thought of heaven owning the landscape wouldn't it be so much more beautiful than what we see here. If you haven't already published a book dearest Melvin it's time to think about it, your work is truly worth gold. I absolutely love all the imagery here, and your last lines which bring it all full circle 🌹
many thanks as always Teddy.
not sure how the poetry world would take my words....
something to ponder over.
sorry for the delay.
am back, and catching up on my reading.
hope you are well there.
Superb work. You are a tremendous talent.
a most kind comment Thomas.
and greatly appreciated.
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