The Bedlam of Our Bed

A short poem about my mate and I.

I wish for eyes shrouded in heavy doses

Of unwanted toxins,

And other, more mundane substances.

 

(But the slop renders the sides slippery, however tender,

So the miner cannot find his feast;

He many not stream great golden showers

Where some gem encrusted cavern lies�")

 

There is panic in the crowd�"

We push past the other guests

(Or so it seems)

But the bedlam of our bed--

Not bitter, but tasteless

Remains with no man’s drink,

Sweetly shared from head to mouth.

Author's Note

My first post. Please tell me if you enjoy it! Many thanks,
VA

Reviews

[19hula]

This is the kind of writing that I have spent hours mindlessly flicking through the internet to find. Very good work, keep it up.

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

I like it. It somewhat reminds me of the style of Roberto Bolano's poetry.

[Dreamer]

This poem is of a very unique style! Great way to stand out from the crowd.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. You left a lot of open doors for the imagination. I like the many strong statements. Could expand on the poem. But sometime good to allow the reader to use his imagination to create their own visions. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kat Collins]

The words you use...so passionate and evoking. Immediately images come to mind and then I sit and ponder the words on my tongue. Rolling them around for flavor, to spit them out and then taste them again. Very unique...

[Jasi Rae]

Your style is really unique. This feels smooth and well written. I liked your choice of words. Great write.