by the wayside
of a swamp

in the bottom
of the earth

inside the soul
of a starving lion

on top of a
jagged cliff

hanging on
with my sore tongue
stuck to the moon

over a cloud
shaped like fangs
digging into the back
of god

inside a fire
in the castle
of evil

swimming
in the blood
dripping from
a hype

my eyes
on a blade
of a knife

towards a
splintered
wooden casket

before a
dropped body
rom heaven

I walk with
crooked arms
bent
over my head

I swing my pen
with melted wax
from broken legs

I dream of angels
in heat

I dream of my
rabid mouth
kissing hell

I whisper
a scream into my
crowded soul

I sing hymns
of a spinning
choir
on the wheels
of a torn
eternity

and then I
write

(((( Jim ))))

My soul has been touched

it doesn't take long for my muse to make my day, me and bobby d. need our mamma souls when we're knocking on heaven's door

<<<<<<<<<<<<< sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Blessed am I to have you in my life,,, Our paths have crossed forever am I touched

very touching indeed

I keep reading up to "hanging on/with my sore tongue/stuck to the moon," and just stopping there. I love the over all piece, but that line is just awesome!

I was thinking the same thing about that line!!!


I love it!

"I swing my pen
with melted wax
from broken legs'


phenomenal...

awestruck.

Thankyou.

Beautiful work!

thank you all for replying, y'all my, my my inspiration and so much more