So Red The Nose

aDarkerMind

so red the nose

of absinthe and champaigne

each day the setting sun

with thimbles coarse as mustard

for an afternoon delight

picking through the embers of flamingo gut and wine

twinned with high sierra with a pocket book and pen.

stacatto brown paints holocaust

a rocket to the moon

with a million sparrows spinning two abreast.

each thimble lies and gives up all it's ghosts.

part miracle not art

nor orifice of the hollow tree to climb.

who whispers so we moan of treasures

brighter than the sex?

warmer than the crudest oil

it coils it's feathers kissing only bread.

dead below the knees

but above the throat,

above the wagging tongue of clotted cream

beetween the eyes 

between the oyster's web

of such a brilliant disguise

falls a truth we aim to slay 

and burn upon a cross

that slays one last and final cold farewell.

 

 

 

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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    I am honored to be the first to reply to this, unless one beats me as I am typing! This is a mind-blowingly 🤯 great poem! The stream-of-consciousness style really made me feel as if I was drifting off into an absinthe-doused dream of these profound thoughts.This is one of my more fave poems ever, let alone a fave on here. Existential as hell! I find a home in this! Great write. I could feel every single word! 🖤❤️🖤

    • aDarkerMind

      that is a comment that makes me want to write Tristan...
      and I am honoured just reading your most kind words.
      and every word very much appreciated.
      thank you.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        You are most welcome. Again, a brilliant write!

      • sorenbarrett

        Well Melvin more conundrums to unravel. Nicely written and composed.

        • aDarkerMind

          thank you so much Soren.
          this one came so fast I havent figured it all out myself yet.
          but the night is young.
          thanks again my friend.

        • Teddy.15

          I felt every last word and it left me somewhat drunk fabulous dearest Melvin. 🌹

        • Thomas W Case

          Superb work.



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