So Still The World

aDarkerMind

so still the world.

all eggs are dry down the back streets of a womb.

strawberry moon now circles 

to the poison of a yesterday's today.

black pudding has it scruples

with it's million dots no saviour apprehends.

twelve eyes that twinkle sunlight through the pistons of a crotch.

it is the engine oil that breeds as lovers do

that feeds the boredom 

the berries in a basket, decomposed!

there are stars somewhere

between the mayhem and the prayer of fallen rocks.

they have turned

the vericose veins riding gun-shot

to the corner of a foot.

and all the wool spins seven shades of grey.

it is beautiful and red

this iron of a corpse that sings sublime.

we are two alone

both buried deep in anger.

neither skin 'nor bone

neither lime-green of fantasy or lust.

my seven trees that blister as I scream.

you are the mother to my leaves

that bleeds a taste of apricot 

that breaks my jaw

my bone-dry mouth in awe of something else.

so still this world.

it is silver and exact.

what I do not know

will bring mortality;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Each read is like another glance at a Picasso the angles, the colors, the balance where does it begin and where does it end. Each person their own interpretation. Most lovely Melvin

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Wow! Profound, my friend! I love how it opens and basically closes with "so still the world"...as bookends to quite the piece here. The ending, "what I do not know / will bring mortality"...I mean 🤯. Well done, Melvin. Not sure if I have said this before, but your descriptions of second to none, my friend! 🙏🌹👏🖤

  • Teddy.15

    You surely have an Angel or two my dear Melvin, I can promise you that. Wow, poetry that makes one want to sit all day admiring its beauty, so unique and so very raw. My dear mentor ever inspiring. 🌹 You got me hooked on Plath now.



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