The Master ...

those in the know, know, cheers, John,

the master of deluded love

 and decay

wrote broken toothed

sonnets 

senryu

haiku

a tainted heart, touched,

by rot and chains

(sweet chains)

dead ghosts flagellate 

neurotic, moaning pen

and language of the

 foulest kind

deep seated, blood stained

catholic metaphor

graffiti filled and loaded

as love broke free

ran to f**k, migrated

with only lions and crocs

to fear

A lost soul dancing on a star

smoking desert dust

gorging/plate overflowing

is still a lost soul

and on the flipside of

the write

pissing porno mouth poems

into the gene pool;

potable they say.

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

I really like this one. It's like a rambling curse. You might have to re-label it as "for mature audiences only" for your use of the word "gorging".

[gram linski]

Aye, most of my writing seems to be some kind of rambling curse, lol and there is nothing mature about my audience, how dare you !

[barleygirl]

Evidently I've missed this side of John, but your poem brings something else to mind . . . how some lovers/writers spew pretty words without realizing their bias/disdain is dripping . . . especially evident in sexualized writing where love objects are described as if no personality is required or even desired for this formula to work *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

no personality is desired or required for the master of deluded love and decay to have his evil way, winkin' back at ya,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the poet dropping to the lowest level...writing sad love poems, then writing hateful love poems....porno poems when the eloquent language just doesn't seem to work anymore.
to really express the angst.
this just cruised along ----the pen moaning in perfect ugliness....
really appreciated this...especially the catholic reference...i might write a poem similar to this...but then go to confession immediately.
j.

[gram linski]

lol, thanks j. been reading too much Mr McFadyen, I've never written sad/hateful/porno/love poems, honest, your Honour,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah dear fellow you say quite the nicest things about me and in a flowing, quick tongued, sharp witted piece of free verse. I owe you one or more fella so watch out for the ducks!

[gram linski]

ah, sorry dude, that was for the Baptist, by the way

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Back at ya! https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Passion8/2141633/