The Iron Sun

     -  The Iron Sun  -

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why do you want to 

assassinate me, your host , your hotel of bug infestation 

your paradise isle of orgasmic sighs

my parasitic lover

feeding blood fuelled family blues

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 of stolen pearls

and the tight goodnight of a turtle

swimming in opaque plastic necklaces of death

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eat me from the inside

I've been a good friend midnight whispers,

lover/husband/wife/tendon/butterfly/bone

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I fear emotion, tapped into oak stroke barrels of

good ole ...

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I am your home, you - my heart -

why nullify the brightness that

brings you into 

being, why kill the clown

for a laugh

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why smash the pen

for a broken sonnet or two

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why tell lies for the sake of the truth

why burn truth from broken orchard eyes

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why scratch pentagrams

into corneas rejection

of reflection and sound

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why, oh, why, 

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skin blistered, blackened, surprises

the tattoo peels away

easy and free, meaning lost

in purple whorls of Celtic dream

pain through Art - transplanted into third

eye

skull survival

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and mind seeps - and the blues 

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sleep.  ( in green, )

Reviews

[barleygirl]

If not mistaken, I've read this motif from you quite a bit lately . . . mirroring the desperation one sees in many different directions these days . . . your poem starts a little tortured, but then takes the deep dive, slowly heading down & growing more intense. I'm reminded of the kind of person who habitually gets addicted to a partner who's aloof, quirky, elusive, but then screams when this other person can't be stuffed into the habitual box. I feel I've often been the person on either side of this equation (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

hey Margie sorry for the delay, I missed this one, aye you are right I have been on both sides of the equation too and it always makes for a rocky exhilarating ride, lol thanks for your thoughts and comments always appreciated,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow. wow, and wow! Such energy and aggression and anger in a poem as it spews blood and sputum and puke across the page. Why kill the clown for a laugh? Because he f*****g asked for it!

[gram linski]

haha, aye he did ask for it, but was a bit taken aback by the speed of the response, overwhelmed and under water, if i cough i drown, if I don't I die