Eternal!

Paths through these fruity tunnels and slimy veins can often be bumpy and warm.

In plaited hope, cradle the prophecies;
Hidden in dank chambers of immortal throats.
Eternal! I must be eternal!
Sip of killed drink! Oh speak of lamppost pain!
Chew the fatback stories with sacred resin teeth!
Reverence and reverie! “All heads bowed!”
Thankless modern languages! Know ye no humility?”

 

Cockroach of unrighteousness crawls dry skulls.
Through apple windows, lonely worms peer;
Anxious to bait the normality hook
In the oblivious puddles, fish for cling-ons.
“Social gravity is holy providence!”
Lacerate, masticate, ruminate and rend!
Sparkle-fat on rich meaty salvation.

 

“Oh ye rape-rats of momentary corpses!
Froth-lipped foxes rabid with sex-dreams!
Fleas suckling maggoty zombie scripture.
Rise and walk on live gospel firmament!
Clench haughty jaws and lend a back to your cause!”
Eternal! Proud apathy is not eternal!
Singing without dancing is a futile act.

 

Seen your pictures,
Read your stories,
Heard your verses.
Show me your moves.

Author's Note

"Gonna kiss your vertebrae"

Reviews

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Having read this and all the other 'poems' from this writer, I wonder if perhaps a change of job is required!
It feels as if I have been given a view of life (death) as seen through a mortician's eyes. But hey....always be open to a view point I say. Most of the poems I struggled to understand. It was the juxtaposition of the words, how they related to each other. To get a grip is what I wanted to do, but after several goes, I had to admit defeat.....Is it that I am too plain in my thinking or is it that the writer simply didn't want to be understood but just wanted to express. That is fair enough. Sometimes something is written in code that the writer is at one with and the work is put out there but they know darned well, it is a labyrinth of disguises that few will understand.
In a word......difficult.
But now I am satisfied the the subject of death is done to the enth degree for me and I can move on to other lilts of life after having experienced so many ways of detailing death, dying and morbid grit through this tortured writer.

[Emily B]

Ruminate popped out at me. It was running through my mind for a reason just the other day, it was important too, at the moment. Now the uncertainty of what I can't remember is sure to aggravate me the rest of the day . . . I love your ending

Seen your pictures,
Read your stories,
Heard your verses.
Show me your moves.

Everything comes down to the really simple words, boiled down to the bare bones, show me your moves!