where hides my fallen Autumn leaves?
somewhere inside a Libra
with my Cancer in her eyes.
somewhere above Jerusalem
too gentle are the giants
breeding apricots with horseshoes
as three wishes come and go once more
through harmony and verse
where the nettles settle deep beneath
one promise and a curse.
one million stars, each paranoid
each verse as sung once more, but still
our voices void of harmony
now your stockings hide the softness of your skin.
too many blessings counted, one by one.
I see Picasso in my lampshade
hanging high above the flute of Jethro Tull.
each cloud now reigns as heavy as a horse
each one as dull as metric sounds
bringing Christmas cheer with a red wine sauce
as angry as a buffalo
tossing sperm onto a lepers face
who shows so very little
of what I shall never know.
how curious my Ruminant?
two dancing twigs before the fire and the rain.
gods will no more than pigswill
chanting love songs through the pleasures of our pain.
no morning wood
no mourning sounds for the deadbeats orthopedic shoes
that walk with a comic book smile's incompetence.
my god, my primal scream.
somewhere above Jerusalem,
crawling with the Autumn leaves,
as pale as snow but still I know
the colour green
the long green sleaves of cotton wool
suggests my curiosity
brings us down.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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A poetic eco friendly mishmash recycle crafted write that tickles the fancy on a morning ramble. Well done
Your mind runs wild and untamed, a forest of thought where nothing polite survives. I felt the autumn leaves fall right onto my chest.
Melvin, this reads like a ruminative chant where memory, desire, culture, and absurdity collide. Itβs chaotic but intentional, curious without apology, and held together by a voice that trusts its own momentum. Strange, provocative, and compelling. Which translates to...I absolutely love it! Well done, my friend, as always! πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
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