Crash Dummy Passion

Morning madness to make up sex

Share with me your muffin and your genocidal wrath;

all scrambled like dreams in the cold morning blades.

Feed me black sludge from the fruit of your vine

as cracked lines ‘round my eyes sink in deeper.

 

Love me like fire-snakes coil anhydrous timber

until I am gone, but a cancer-grey mist

that flees stark red scenes of crimes of blue passion;

stained memories fit for this fear-muzzled cur.

 

Abstract blur of cicadas beneath pine needle screams!

I’ve lost my ambition for flawless connection.

Slither sly neon blazes to a mountaintop Jesus,

beg frigid devil-skies for ad hoc redemption.

 

Share with me true laughter; the chime of churchbells;

high-howled calls to worship for feral desires.

Cold shoulder reheated to volcanic tenders;

soul-bandage for every dismembered theme.

 

Come scream visceral moments in guttural tones.

Midnight bones beneath dawn’s weight have fractured.

Hard demons released fluff up like lambs of peace

as your wolfish war face melts to honey.

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This sounds like a normal morning in this house -
Share with me your muffin and your genocidal wrath;
all scrambled like dreams in the cold morning blades.

Dancing along the knife edge, the back and forth between darkness, light, is it worth it? Very sharp images to back up the feelings before finishing it up with the softness of satisfaction.

[typingaway]

amazing!

[M Baker]

I love this! This is such an emotionally raw piece. The reader wants to find the earthly beauty beneath the terrifying images you create. I'm trying to figure out if it was your intention to make the first two and last two stanzas be spoken as commands, while the third/middle stanza is a description of the speakers peril. Either way, it is fantastic!

[The Silver Chord]

Sounds like me after a good bender. Brilliant imagery. Keep it up bro.

[Amy Bumpas]

These words made me think of scrambled eggs and such:
Share with me your muffin and your genocidal wrath;
all scrambled like dreams in the cold morning blades.
Feed me black sludge from the fruit of your vine

Another twisted , narled journey you took us on, a tongue
twister for sure:))

[Hayley]

The wording in this is amazing! Every stanza offers up its own image. Fantastic!

[Kerry O'Connor]

It doesn't get any better than this.
Love you-hate you-love you-hate you... Oh let's just shut up and shag!

[Maurice]

Your vibrant language with the lively metaphors makes this poem spring to life.