Passionate Kisses Under Nail Of Coffin Poem by Mark Heathcote

Passionate Kisses Under Nail Of Coffin



The suns laughter corrupts
each immaculate blossom,
Each molecule now erupts.
Is a honeycombed; chasm.

'Therefore it begs—if, solitude?
be mine. It then again; welters
into calmer, subdued:
…transcendental… waters.

—Of course, let the stars
-command you to listen.
'Let sea waves their shanty-sitars
play for ‘the shining one' ‘Helen'

-of Troy, for if Zeus can lovelorn,
transform himself into a goose.
Mate with Nemesis and produce
An egg from which; Helen was born.

'He who says—dine with the fishes,
above or below you, in dramas—
Up-front or behind you! will remind you!
but for Him, who'd recall, hot Apollo'

'He who commands you to listen.
Commencing; with a zillion stars.'
'He also laughs in your face, questions.
Passionate kisses, under the nail of coffin.

Monday, March 25, 2013
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