COMPATIBLE COMBUSTIONS
these are my wasted
years,
the open pout of pussy never tasted
years
and head without a crown
hanging down.
i watch fate,
unsure of what her template
makes of me
glancing back at fallen beauty.
will she like the way i tingle
in her socket,
or my salad tongue
of tales singing heathen songs-
about strange
pagan customs,
crofting the floor
and her velour
surely meant-
that jingle
in her pocket
like loose change
fondled then spent.
i can make more
compatible combustions
out of
uz
and love,
than those musical Etruscans-
whose heirs, have seduced each majority
into peaceful poverty,
by adding abstractions to its face-
altering nature's position and place
evolving for minority.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 2012 from his book POMEGRANATE FLESH. All Rights Reserved.
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40 Poems From POMEGRANATE FLESH by Strider Marcus Jones
PoetryThis collection of poetry features 40 of the 75 poems from my latest book Pomegranate Flesh. You are most welcome to vote and comment and follow me. The poems in this collection show Strider's gift of being able to weave words into creative and surp...