The Good Guy In The Garden

The Good Guy In The Garden


let there be dark
he assented
til the planet
Had had
and even a
newt Nuit knew it


gravity conscious reaches up
wings covered in
mooly spaw the grime of
heavens exit
from ethereal filth 
new light bleeds
the first green hints 
of Eden 


proto-ghosts of black days in peace
unphased in the garden       beyond
right and wrong                          pure 
with                         out             feeling


misty as Venus the 
marshes shrouded
in prehistoric 
flowers the sun an alien 
bulb unrealized 
manifest as 
out of body curiosity
in the nonet of
shadows cast 
by you
know what
of it
the glint
is fruit chaotic 
among the naked


lithe he slithers without effort
a snake of sin ache forsaken
cloaked             lit              ready 
to live 
as a kind of lamb
also on the pyres 
of perception

offers with a pineal hiss
the nature perilunar
a variety 
of freedoms takes the place of
eternal subservience
and not a single speck of brimstone
in sight


like freeflowing ever-
present harmonious
Thirteen the unending
digit is not

three inversions
but a single finite question
answered thrice


◄ forever a mirror

Take A Deep Breath And Count Backwards From Thirteen ►


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jennifer Malden

Tue 21st May 2019 17:15

Fantastic! Really original writing. Liked it.


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kealan coady

Sat 11th May 2019 12:19

Thanks lads for your lovely comments, I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment ?

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Tom Harding

Fri 10th May 2019 12:13

Visceral stuff, I like it

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Stu Buck

Thu 9th May 2019 19:47

mooly spaw


that last passage works excellently.

great read as ever mate.

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