the theory devoted to the defense of the devine origin and authority of being kissed

getting over the flu

inside of me a plant has grown

perhaps from the melon seeds I've swallowed.

The one's mother warned me would happen

her way of turning the only function

a throat has,

into apocalyptic romance.

When I got older and tongues

were thrust down my throat,

I would think again of prophetic

revelations. Those wildly unrestrained ones

where your good  glands

explode and you wish for

vindications and heartbeats.

And I know what you're thinking,

and you're damn right! Passion

will do that to you; spank your

naked a*s in the parthenogenesis

of nightfall.

When Old Dirty B*****d interrupted

the Grammys  in 98

you had to realize that sometimes

truth is what apothegm is for,

not explanation of roses,

or the apparitional, ghostly figures

that the basement window lets in.

Though were I a rap artist,

capable of raising the righteous

to life in some  messianic kingdom,

then a kiss is the purist testament of

love. Not the hook

or the beat.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

a scoping journey of one in the mix of thing, from the sacredness of mother may i to the outspokenness of individualist, read through the red swollen tract seeded through the bum and rap of expedience..this was an excellent thing to digest..

[Frank]

My mother would terrify me with,
'Don't sit on the ground, you will get piles.' I worried about it for years, but did not know what they were... piles.

She also told me my blood changed every seven years, I never queried the source of her knowledge until a friend, who was in grammar school and was to be respected, told me rubbish!. And then I stopped listening to my mother and her mumbo jumbo. I became scientific, but in the end, just before she died I realised she was right about family and love and duty.

[Frank]

Devine or divine? maybe a name.

ODB? is it a song? I give up too deep for me

I liked it. Is poetry a code to be broken?

[Frank]

I don't listen to any music later than the beatles

[W.k.kortas]

Ah, the ODB....takes me back to the days where the Wu Tang Clan was drafted in Dave Chappelle's Ethnic Draft. There is a wide sweep here, but it comes down to a very simple, declarative statement. The ability to distill the spectrum of our experience so elegantly is a wonderous thing to behold.

[Lyn Anderson]

So glad I saw this in the feed. Such bitterness and defiance. Your writing truly astounds me in its depth and breadth. For me there is something sinister in the underneath of this, but perhaps I am reading too much into it. But isn't that half the fun?

p.s. with your style, I am never quite sure what is or isn't intentional. Is divine spelled devine on purpose? I have done so, myself on occasion, for one reason or another,

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really love this piece...yes, "a kiss is the purist testament of love"

the seeds, the tongue down the throat, the roses swallowed for love...love it when those good glands explode.

it's my beat.

[Rocans (Asher)]

well what the hell! best piece I've read on here in a while. Your wording was impeccable, I was clinging on to each and every stanza like a child to its momma, while at the same time panting for the next. Could write a novel about how great this piece is. Well done.

[Ed Hart]

you always leave me spinning, like i got caught in a tornado, or a good old louisiana hurricane, (again)