war in polystyrene

cockroach in the jazz room
sat on singers shoe
fed on golden olives
from bough hooked low,
ladybirds in 40D brassieres
cut back on the needles
stuck in their eye,
seven spots
notational dots as a code
to the twelve gauge hunter
who stalked them so,
cockroach had breathed
a stallions breath
and knew of a great stratagem,
lead hunter as prey
clarinet bullets penetrate his loins
with a chakka chakka chakka,
40D brassieres strung over light
wings spread
translucent shimmer of paradise,
cockroach touches
with hissing leg,
hunters body spread as sacrifice,
thrum of the drums
there are other monsters/ dragons/pain
drapery gone
meat on the anvil
clogged with anxiety and lust
chakka chakka chakkka,
cockroach fragments
a bed of panties and brassieres
become his resting place

interior of the narrative

with powdered paint and eye

and quenchless burning soul

deeper dark star fury

takes up the hurrying wind,

purity lost beneath the moon

misty champagne breath

keeps the flow

and warm ones eyes,

flash and hold,

adore me now or die

happy rays

reach sinew and bone,

beguiled so beguiled

by brighter grasp of desire,

fire and malice

forge the steel that cuts

the bonds of spanked behind

erotocise the far out stars

roses wanted only for the kiss,

hey harmony sing and

conceal wine impassioned veins,

sing one more time

the glory and the gem

of our dark hearts,

brutal tug of hair

claimed on oceans shore,

love an orphan of friendship

ceaseless and perverse,

liberty burnt over ashes

in her thrall i am

beat beat beat,

the frenzied imps of fire

in desperate crouch

of soul

i remain

@dVersePoets

 

dazzling abstract

i am a prophet

with rolled up trousers

and open jacket,

i have heard violins in Paris

yet with smudged knees

before you entranced,

voice of pale sherbet

snare drum indulgence,

you took me  to the rooftops

overlooking fullest sea,

i wrote to the back of my skull

with it’s literary granite lesions,

flew with sunrise

alien chorus comes as

if both worlds imitate,

i wanted your eyes

before then went to sleep

to see the bondage we feel,

your spell fell on my ear

resistance would only be sorrow,

then to the shrieking jungle

riffs and strums

break the brittle shell on my heart

nymph and satyr

platter of desire,

i clutch the glittering prize

Ponytail by Last Exit, http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/