When You Die [Original Poem]

When you die my heart will flood into my hands
My blood will be the milk of an oil rig
And my expression a porous fossil, brittle and shot.
A vague and incoherent tattered psalm
Will leave my lips as a curse
My eyes will be two long spears that will tear
At the stomach of the country's pig heart

I've lashed a line or two on the backs of some books
I've tried gambling with the tarot
There's flashes of insight in the olive of my eyes
Because you're the suspended cloud over virgin desert;
You're the pearl I'm grateful is condemned to my crown,
A thousand miles from a shore.

When you die as the tiny wax model of a tin soldier,
Flung in the flames like a roll of tens,
My sorrow will plough a ribbon of tears down my cheeks
And saddle my lips in tears of regret.
Then you'll rest naked
On the palm of God's swollen tongue
As a tab of LSD

And when you do, I'll ask myself from my bed
With your image still burning in my eye
If my pillow too, like the world herself,
Will one day seem to have lost-
The fragrance of your smile

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[theworldofguitars]

very good great words

[rpVerlaine]

very striking and moving

[freeman2545]

good writing

[dashpoet]

Wonderful sequence of images in your lines, masterful use of language. Cheers!

[tinySpectacle]

Excellent Elly: Excellent, Elly. I covet.

[DavidRandallCurtis]

Greatness... featured and faved! :P