I transcend from vatican
To a place where snow caves in
Ain't no sunshine around my town
Just cold souls bucking like horses
Giving birth to the devil
Words appear in midair
Light as a whisper
Women lay on their backs
And get dirt in their hair
Men drive their fancy cars
And carry their diamond
Studded bitches around
The necks of the devils
The necks of themselves
Peace from the east
Gets murdered in the west
The slain bodies
Cover potholes while
Water bugs lay & rest
Maggots nest on the rotten flesh
Giving fresh eggs of forbidden death
Flies swarm the young
Hardly talking
Hardly walking
Amongst these filthy humans
Out came the flies
They ate on shit left
By bitches & praise
Well smitten
Like vampires
The biting
Were once
Never bitten
©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
wicked cool flow...disturbing imager...the bodies covering the potholes, nice gritty touch...and chicks as status, seen enough...flies on the little ones, shivers...nice man
ReplyDeleteStrong write. Love the imagery, dirty, vile, filthy. Great read. Thanks
ReplyDeletedang...strong images in this...the maggots and vampires...the covering potholes while
ReplyDeletewater bugs lay & rest..gritty and tight write again anthony
another powerful one, so many great lines... loved these especially:
ReplyDeletePeace from the east
Gets murdered in the west
great music in this one!
Powerful words and imagery...Vampires, flies and maggots...you certainly didn't hold back. Great read!
ReplyDeleteYo, lighten up, Anthony! ;)
ReplyDeleteNo, man, this was several-shots-to-the-gut-and-liking-it good! Disturbing, but, hey, I've got a disturbing scene by a roadside in mine.
Congrats on the Chromatopia book. Feel like I'm hanging with family.
Gritty and dark, echoing Claudia's comments. Death lurks everywhere.
ReplyDeletei just read Brian's and his was gruesome, is today gruesome day?
ReplyDeleteapollo and the two muses
dark. powerful and full of sad reality. Well, well done.
ReplyDeleteEvocative, disturbing, surreal and full of musicality, another fine write!
ReplyDeleteThe gritty reality of a part of society most people don't want to know about. Well done.
ReplyDeleteA powerful write..some strong lines..the maggots nest on the rotten flesh, good write.
ReplyDeleteFerocious....prodding a stick at the fetid underbelly of a world no one wants to acknowledge...man....you have got some FIRE in your belly and I love it
ReplyDeletethis growls like a big bad dog looking to bite back Beethoven... you can qoute me on that too :) - cold souls bucking like horses - schwing!
ReplyDeletethis hit me as if i were a nasty bitch and it were a brick pimp sporting a fetching knuckle duster and looking to get paid!
Women lay on their backs
And get dirt in their hair
dont thay though?
shit yeah
bombing the drop!
really intense...wow!
ReplyDeleteBrutal, intense, fierce, and down right freaking scary Poet! LOVE!!! :)
ReplyDeleteVery brutal and muscular writing. Great disgusting images, well done. How are you ever going to get that job with Hallmark Greetings though? Excellent job, my friend.
ReplyDeletewhoa... can I say ditto to all the previous responses? Wrenching.
ReplyDeleteWell smitten
ReplyDeleteLike vampires
The biting
Were once
Never bitten
fierce, indeed ditto Natasha..you pull in the world that many refuse to see...all of it is there...blind or sighted...bkm
enjoyed... no more needs to be said when it is a masterful scribe
ReplyDeleteI love the darkness and strength in this...
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is just mind-blowing.
This is fierce.
Thanks for the read!
I read, then I looked at your masks on the mast, and then I read again. Monstrously good!
ReplyDeleteYou don't hold back do you? This is an bsolutely immense piece and - once again - I am awestruck.
ReplyDeleteAnthony, the tigthest line in the whole poem is "Just cold souls buckling like horses." Love the alliteration between "cold" and "soul." That line reads like music. I will not forget that line.
ReplyDelete"The biting were once never bitten." Testament to emmett's comment, I will not forget that one.
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