Mute
Bold Zulu God
In my dreams
I see flesh dripping
Like candle wax
Coating my tongue
Like white chocolate
It sticks to the roof
Of my mouth
So I can’t form words
Instead
I use my eyes and within them
You see sign language
Of the heart
Speak.
© Anthony Desmond. all rights reserved.
1st solo article = published
Hey tumblr,
Gosh I need to start coming on here more often… Since I’m reviving my love for this site, why don’t you check out my most recent publication: “Social Media for The Poet”. The article is about my journey as a writer/poet taking advantage of this generation’s biggest phenomenon: Social Media! http://www.listmysocialmedia.com/social-media-for-poets
I’ll be updating this with more poetry, as well as my other publications I’ve yet to post about on here.
Peace.
Kings in the Grass/Queens in the Slab
A divinity that is affection
Searching for perfection in man
Child-bearing hips
Ass like a full moon
So thirsty
Sippin’ cyanide
Poisoned by
The beauty of the beholder
That lies in the belly
Sorta like survival of the fittest
Fattest thighs, fitted jeans
Barely tapering to the waist
Taken in at the seams
Like inhaling and taking a
Long, slender finger
To the back of the throat
Bypassing glory
©2013 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
