deepundergroundpoetry.com
blood oleanders over the graveyard.. a nevernoon 120917,13:01
the last what was listened to
were fateful words enrobed
in confidence
the last what eyes saw
was perhaps a faint figure over pillar
in buffers
of a sickening gut in a heavy gravity-dislocating fallout
with hard-alloyed trishul over shambled heart
a deadening silence
unshaken
like the subconscious atman inner hardened facades
half-buried half-wriggling with egosomes
of shrinking consciousness
rigored ears were half-hoisted flags as if yearning to hear still
eyes rolled quickly inside to ghostly fullwhites
until resuming as stunned blackmoons all over
repeated silence. such powerful language in muteness
that would wipe off
houseflies gheraoed over splattered blood droplets
and that strangely sharp and short screeching resistance before
a divine submission to enigmatic quicksands of death
smoothly swallowing to the warmth darkness depths
of an earthen womb in the just-readied thickening
for yet another implant
Published 12th Sep 2017
| Edited 26th Jan 2018
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 566
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept new comments at this time.
13th Sep 2017 1:36am
I like the unique form, its intricately written, the intense sentences are spaced in a way that helps the comprehension of it and gives it a very artistic feel, like an abstract painting; nice poem...
