Sidestepping

by Shaz de upsetta969

I read pictures in stone

in moss

algae

I hear poems and song

in the turbine

behind the stagnant

brick walls of the canal

mosquitoes little cousins

bite photographs in blood

and staring

at pebbles

gives vibrating atom visions

the syntax of wind

spoken in shades of green

the apple sinks it's teeth  

into my flesh

the troll has fled

his brick and mud abode,

encased in iron bars

only the presence of a ghost

lurking, one-eyed remains

and  branches whisper,rasping

naked, against each other

of Alchemy and wet powder dreams

what stories lie within

the limestone

what rituals and dance,

forgotten, upon sandstone blocks

how many drops of sacrificial

blood (even your own, spilled in

haphazard farcity is sacrificial)

encrusting the brown crust

                                   browner

seeping into the veins of

ninety year old oak vampires

unmoved and watching,

whistling a somnambulists blues

inviting me to dream

in the barkz caress

dark hollows of masonry

extending their radar leaves

radar love,

I pray for the nettles sweet

kiss

upon my c**k,

the feather-like sting of love.

Reviews

[Eilis]

Glad to see this one here. I won't blab incessantly on it here since I already did that for Shaz, but I still think it's an enchanting poem.

[gram linski]

On your kind advice, it is one of my faves too, a meditative moment I still remember well

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Dark but filled with so many really amazing images of that darkness and the things that lurk beneath the surface of us. Look out for them there nettles fella, they will hurt!

[gram linski]

Haha, deja vu, dude, haven't we been here before, rolling naked midst the godz of brown and green, sting sting, pass me the dock leaf,