Free verse № 56331
Memoirs of a Monk - St. Screamer
Slam dunk of the drunken monk,
lines written red,
wine of purple grape,
mouth agape in
occult worship and
uttering the wise words
of loud nothings.
Piteous Punk of the broken tablet
non compos mentis eye fixed
upon the decayed ghosts
of once golden words
hung on methodical chords
new age harlot arias
radiating profane lies...
Timeworn trunk of the Word
riddle storm
intwined secrets
laid within,
yet only drunken priests,
glare in theistic lore-
the spawned son of a whore
her mirror reflecting this:
Jesus coughs
-heaving blood:
The life force of
a lamb.
--5, July, year of our lord 2003
-Saint Screamer.
-Apostate Dreamer.
17 comments
overall good
Bringing jesus in in the third verse seems to turn this poem upside down. I guess maybe more religeous image allusions like in the first two (the wine/broken tablet)
how about (insert) saint
a-postate
did you want 'chords', to give it more blood?
maybe "laid" instead of "lain"
good work, here, but not user-friendly. then again, does it need to be?
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