Untitled Poem # 28
A Poem - In memory of Isidore Lucien Ducasse
I prowled across a pock-marked plain
a tuberous geography
I prowled a fermenting land
resplendent with the adolescent inflammations
of acned youth
until dawn, cadaverous and carnal
met my grin and mindless mindless mouth
the bowels of the earth heaved with morning sickness
and nauseous dawn foreshortened my despair
the dervish boy unwrapped himself from veils of dust
as my opiate beast swaggered along the perfumed road
I lusted for the obsidian girl dangling lazily from the sun
as the sky girdled her we waited for the sermons
from the cock-minarets
deflowered her belly blossomed forth
the petals of flesh reclined and the sacrament
was revealed
in silent contemplation her murrhine body shattered
a carmine constellation now completely tattered
I dined on her honeycomb in the desert
the yellow powder and brittle souls remained
as I crossed the al-sirat
About the Creator
Christopher Francis
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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