Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Final.

I brain dead for reason 
emptiness I hustle 
where the devilish spawn 
seeds (rosary beads)
my faith made a fool of him 
our true color is werewolf 
wild is our instinct 
(biased belief)
race you to heaven 
sniff the blood of a loser 
because I am 
a bastard child
a black angel 
a worshiper 
a non-believer 
'til my death 
yet, still, I
waiting for holy kisses 
on my face
smearing my vision 
in red paint 
for a sexy lip print 
on a married man's collar 
incessant laughter among the gods
nonsense of earth's intruders 
tiptoeing across broken paths 
already set in stone
like reading a lone scripture 
time and time again 
each on a brand new 
slab of concrete



©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.


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21 comments:

Brian Miller said...

fascinting...this reminds me a bit of some of the beat poets but in your own flare...the true color is werewolf...smiles..intense in imagery man...love the carved in concrete at the end...

bajanpoet said...

I love this poem ... damn the flow and rhythm, the broken sentences "I brain dead for reason" ... awesome!

Natasha Head said...

love it or hate it, faith is a beast that no man knows reprieve from...you either got it or you don't and both sides come peppered with delusions, falsehoods, preachers and liars. Beware the wolf in sheep's clothing...and protect your own personal Jesus from the slaughter. (And a happy OpenLinkNight to you as well)

Nick Rolynd said...

Awesome syntax. Just, amazing. Bending grammar to your will is one of the hardest things for a writer to accomplish. I think you pulled it off quite wonderfully. =)

hedgewitch said...

Some excellent, igniting sparks of thought and phrase here--that outlaw, fringe feeling never expressed better...hustling emptiness.

Mary said...

so much to think about here. So hard to ignore faith, even if one wants to, at this season of the year.

LauraX said...

nonsense of earth's intruders
tiptoeing across broken paths
already set in stone...love the way these words flow.

Louise said...

Terrific imagery in this...'my faith made a fool of him
our true color is werewolf
wild is our instinct'..fantastic!

Arron Shilling said...

syntax subversion - messin with the obvious
twisting out the hidden truth that waits
behind every word

excellent Anthony

Claudia said...

excellent imagery which makes my hair stand...just like we are used from you...the werewolf, the smeared lipstick...the slab of concrete..wow..

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

You have some very good work here. I think that your work is brilliant. Thank you

Laurie Kolp said...

Intense and captivating!

sharplittlepencil said...

Anthony, this blew my mind. You are so young to be writing material this powerful. From Word One, you had me, especially the lipstick on the collar of a married man... keep going, and glad I saw you on dverse! Peace, Amy Barlow Liberatore
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/12/21/the-door-to-deceitful-delights-dverse/

wood said...

i really enjoyed this, very surreal, crisscrossing between animal and divine, the nature between is not always pretty... but huiman all the same. great flow and syntex, again, i really enjoyed this

magicinthebackyard said...

"...waiting for holy kisses on my face..." that line just struck me, the whole piece is amazing. nice work!

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/12/20/polaroids-of-delilah/

Mama Zen said...

"where the devilish spawn
seeds (rosary beads)"

That is just excellent.

zongrik said...

interesting irony here:

waiting for holy kisses
on my face
smearing my vision
in red paint
for a sexy lip print
on a married man's collar

emmett wheatfall said...

You are establishing your own poetic voice and style. The greats always break with tradition because it kills creativity and novelty. Write on my friend. Go there and show us your hidden treasures.

beckykilsby said...

Something volcanic.. turning inside out.. the mosaic is exploded the better to see the false. I like this very much Anthony. Interesting craftsmanship in how you tackle the themes.

Uneven Stephen said...

Amazing. I love the lines "where the devilish spawn / seeds (rosary beads)" and "nonsense of earth's intruders / tiptoeing across broken paths".

rosemarymint said...

Excellent. I love this. Here are some of my favorites:

" brain dead for reason"
"sniff the blood of a loser"
"nonsense of earth's intruders "