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mind and moonshine
by Michele Schottelkorbferry me down
to the gutter
and taste of
vampyric moonshine
{itll only hurt for a lifetime}
in solid brassknuckle strife
the clown head bobs in tune
laugh if you want to
scoff that riddle grin right into oblivion
(and down your rancid throat)
the time is coming
coming for you
drink me down
beneath the waves
articulate daydreams
ravage clueless hearts
{scarcely tiptoeing the fine line}
you said wed live forever
in the message of a dream
but nothing lives forever
ash rain pelts the windowpane of life
in the portal of our minds
time is coming its coming for you03/12/2004 Posted on 03/12/2004
Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/12/04 at 03:17 PM Excellent poetics...haunting, disturbing...for all whom the bell tolls. |
| Posted by Daryl Fein on 03/12/04 at 06:50 PM I feel the distopian underbelly, vulernable and frank, good work michelle..... peace out |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 03/13/04 at 12:11 AM an entertaining read..I like how you build a sense o foreboding with the "time is coming" line and the foot step-like flow. the imagery is attractively dark and builds up like the gloom of a storm. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/01/04 at 12:05 PM this poem of yours Michele, has heft of river flowing, though subtle beats its heart |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 05/02/04 at 11:16 PM Haunting and beautifully macabre...the crypt keeper definitely approves! :P |
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