rows of squatting calynxes
and arranged gladiolas edged
by rebellious wildflowers crested
like colorful nimbae blooming florescent
regally upon the scalp of paradise
mulberry, raspberry, fig,
plume, rosebush and ash-trees
droppings of cows,
pissings of feral dogs,
every stench of nature i adore :
i soak in the sugary spit of the gorgeous Dryad
watercress, dahlia, marigold
beautiful beds of meandering lilacs
chestnut trees and sinuous roots
peace of mind, nature under discipline :
between this pretty oleander and this blood-red rose
i shall found my cottage !
here you are welcome
to root your flower
here you are welcome
to plough your field
here i shall place my great green zinc coffin
and above it i shall place yours
please ! rest with me in this beautiful soil :
let us rot into the earth, the ultimate romance...
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
"CUTE COTTAGE DREAM" (work in progress; experiment; far from done)
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