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Slausen. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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a divine blacksmith didn't forge a winged heart of gold,
to soothe the burn of others.
The artist didn't mold my body into a scratching post chant,
where others can shed their dying dream ghosts
my heart was conceived from the sable fingertips of Dali,
a flint heart with a sheen of midnight black matches
straddling devil's dunes, in an upside down desert...
my heart wields a wicked chain, has selfish yellow teeth
it billows like an old factory,
discharging microscopic monsters,
easter island heads
the bones of carbon and oxygen
a pure oasis of death...
if you climb these ragged dunes
ride the melting clock
come take a nibble
and turn to flamed out rock.