Death On Credit

Oh, Louis, what have you done,

In dark increments 

                           ( of moisture )

I sow the seed

of wheat

of barley

of the blood of the blonde wood rose

the blind moon   -   shuffling   -   reneging

unvoiced promises

the nightshade dust, blinding innocence,

distracting Angels from mercy and

freefalling Nimbus wheels of fire

A burning satire

the wit and venom of a 

broken ssssnake

tail regeneration in the 

lizard brain 

-

;   paid in morphine drips of life,

   a thousand little deaths a day, 

-

the cat becomes an acidic tongue

with a winking brown eye

                                           of disdain

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is sheer brilliance! Such imagery and metaphor are astounding Gram...truly amazing writing...

[gram linski]

thanks for the great review, Ruth, always appreciate your visits

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Louis Carrol or Louis Hamilton it matters not as you gradually spread that seed across this page of critical analysis in a vitriolic piece of sardonic poetry.

[gram linski]

I used to call myself sardonic, no-one is laughing now, ahaha, it was Celine was the culprit you should check out journey to the end of the night shame about his Nazi affiliations, fine writer, lol