embellished and sacrificial


embellished and sacrificial
to the metaphoric bone
see saw reflections
billowing surfaces
beneath still dignity
sharpened the true intent
of what comes around

sell sold sycamore syrup
trumpet sealed wax on players
it is a matter of screening
screaming into your material
and make the best of it
before conscious air
runs out in cold December

she listened to dead sea cod
in the empty aftersmirk
of fetid afterlife calling
at inconvenience
it makes no difference
I promised
laughing out loud

oral edifices are smoke
in the eye of stolen hear so
little help really
in the Louvre of display
where checkered liners
run the distance
for a small rotten fee




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-12-26 at 21:46

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Brian Oarr
I never understand a single thing you say,
but I'll help you drink your wine!

LOL ... great write, Bob ... good to know some things will never change :-)

... Spill the wine ... dig that girl ...

"she listened to dead sea cod" --- I just can't let go of this incredible imagery.
2015-01-10


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I can't figure it out but the images are vivid and dark and festering. Something from the other side is what I see.
~Ashe
2014-12-28