am angry.
once again the wind too cold to argue with.
it seems what cannot move I cannot trust.
I stink of cigarettes and gasoline.
I have no desire to love
the very things I cannot see.
I have puked one thousand daffodils
but still I lay here quiet as a rose.
this is death personified.
I am a sparrow in a hornets nest
juggling laughter with the blue veins of the moon.
too soon to die? perhaps
but who am I to argue with
a prostitute on a slate bed roof
giving head to a thousand seagulls
as I write my will on a cloud of jealousy,
as I write an ode to a suicidal man
with a long grey beard and a taste of leprosy.
am drunk.
once again the fluid flows
too cold to argue with.
naked and exposed
but still I lay here quiet as a rose.
so it has come to this
drinking piss from the fountain
where the great god's came and gathered for a feast.
now 40 days beneath the grass
still I know as little as you do.
the lord will be my shepherd that has found me.
what you were will never be again.
I am close to death
and I really do not care;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Surreal and dark this poem travels from one end to the other with little pause. Well done
thank you my friend.....
as kind as always.
and very much appreciated.
Most welcome my friend
He who dares to write like this is a true and profoundly talented writer/poet,
I have puked one thousand daffodils
but still she lays there quiet as a rose.
this is death personified.
I am a sparrow in a hornets nest
juggling laughter with the blue veins of the moon
Your imagery alone could make one's heart miss a beat but the emotional value well dear Melvin, on a par of your own my dear friend. Exquisite poetry. 🌹
thank you Teddy.
as kind as always my friend x
Well done. Your poem serves as an exploration of the human condition, aiming to connect with readers through shared feelings of despair, anger, and resignation in the face of life's struggles.
a most kind comment greatly appreciated.
thank you.
You're so welcome. my friend
My friend, I recognize this voice that argues with nothing because there’s nothing left to argue with. The collision of scripture, filth, and exhaustion feels like a man standing at the edge and narrating it honestly. That truth cuts deep, my friend, as your work always does! Great to see you post! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thank you Tristan.
always good to hear from you my friend.
You are most welcome! And, likewise, my friend! 😎
Brilliant work, my friend.
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