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Hallelujah
Dreary eyed leopard print and rings of silver.
Parade around my feet in time
To a forlorn child’s Taps recital.
Thin white line. Spinning records on the front steps.
Annies’ teeth sink into mine.
It’s sensual in that way,
Like turpentine.
Pocket change against knees then frail and sallow
Kicked the freight into the lane.
I took my first breath today.
Parcel nave deliver unto him a sermon.
Hold the preacher in her haze
And prick my tongue with her prayer,
Hallelujah.
Cherry red stain my lips with your old proverbs.
Empty skulls and how they bled.
Baby’s first heartbreak, The End.
Encased in lead but still rings to caress my eardrums
On the far sides of the bed.
Faithless love in midtempo
But until death.
Raincoat stall. Hands to tremble at her glory.
Sodden weight and beggars crawl.
Then I learned The End, a dance hall.
Barstool brawl caught inside the jukebox lager.
She is standing ten feet tall
Asking me to cherish this,
Hallelujah.
Parade around my feet in time
To a forlorn child’s Taps recital.
Thin white line. Spinning records on the front steps.
Annies’ teeth sink into mine.
It’s sensual in that way,
Like turpentine.
Pocket change against knees then frail and sallow
Kicked the freight into the lane.
I took my first breath today.
Parcel nave deliver unto him a sermon.
Hold the preacher in her haze
And prick my tongue with her prayer,
Hallelujah.
Cherry red stain my lips with your old proverbs.
Empty skulls and how they bled.
Baby’s first heartbreak, The End.
Encased in lead but still rings to caress my eardrums
On the far sides of the bed.
Faithless love in midtempo
But until death.
Raincoat stall. Hands to tremble at her glory.
Sodden weight and beggars crawl.
Then I learned The End, a dance hall.
Barstool brawl caught inside the jukebox lager.
She is standing ten feet tall
Asking me to cherish this,
Hallelujah.
Published 27th Nov 2020
Author's Note
I've been away for a while working on a film. I finally had some time to breathe and I wrote a poem about my relationship with music.
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Just a stunner of a 'welcome back' poem.
Whew....
I am lost within it and it's feeling that resonates in me deeply.
Your word choices...
"Faithless love in midtempo"...
I'm blown away by this write
I can't criticize it... it's that good, IMO
Ty for sharing
🌹
xo
💜
B
Whew....
I am lost within it and it's feeling that resonates in me deeply.
Your word choices...
"Faithless love in midtempo"...
I'm blown away by this write
I can't criticize it... it's that good, IMO
Ty for sharing
🌹
xo
💜
B
27th Nov 2020 9:05pm
This means the world to me. Thank you so much. I'd had this horrible itch for the past week or so and writing this poem finally soothed it. While I've been busy the past month I feel like I've grown a lot as an artist by way of the art I've been consuming and my outlook on the universe. This was just another pitstop on the journey though.
much love,
Jacob
much love,
Jacob
29th Nov 2020 6:44pm
In earnest, what critique
can a poetaster bleak?
I encourage myself to stop,
but honest, what I be, (I) leak.
Salacious as a nail stomp
blastoaklahoma my feet.
Apop. too, one... is death-
by music, Vermilion's teak!
can a poetaster bleak?
I encourage myself to stop,
but honest, what I be, (I) leak.
Salacious as a nail stomp
blastoaklahoma my feet.
Apop. too, one... is death-
by music, Vermilion's teak!
30th Nov 2020 1:44am
