John Thorkild Ellison Poems

Down upon the shore lay curled
A little boy who hummed a tune
As the tide came in and the waves unfurled
Beneath the laughter of the moon.
...

Pour me a heady cocktail
Of Sex, Religion, Death,
But do not turn your head away
From my stinking, rancid breath!
...

There's nothing quite like teenage lust,
All the Maybe and the MUST,
Hiding in the school latrine
Where you can't be heard and can't be seen.
...

You're the dachau of my desperate desire
Who fills my veins and arteries with fire
As I lie in broken despair
Twisted and strangled by your beautiful hair,
...

We write our books and scatter
Our poems all around,
And they are read and criticized
By Keats and Ezra Pound.
...

Beware of dungeons full of ice
And cold Satanic flame!
The Shepherd you knew long ago
Is calling you by name,
...

A monster of depravity
Who never went to the lavatory
But got his trousers full of sh*t
And didn't care one little bit
...

Avoiding the mockery of flowers
And cursing the sun in the sky,
I wonder why you had to turn your face from me
And our friendship had to die.
...

They killed it.
And ever afterwards
There was something dead inside of her,
A failure of feeling.
...

In the meadow the flowers tinkle like tin,
Birds snigger in the trees
'You don't belong! '
(Blood running down the wall)
...