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. . .In The Shade on The Back Porch of Hell

Updated on May 14, 2015

Flames kissing. Caressing--filthy, plastic souls . . .I sit lips set. Watching death's teeth yellow with age . . .I sit halo still. Sipping darkness that blinds passionate eyes crying on crimson robes. I sit. Not moving . . .

In the shade on Hell's back porch.

Tell me, granny peaches, will the wind be born today? Granny? Hunger's-a huntin'. Angels door's laughing. With your young lover's soul. Granny Granny peaches, how? Why? Is it your reason? A sin, a breath? A vanished passion past? Why granny? Granny! Tell me . . .

In the shade on Hell's back porch.

His cape. His grin. So clean. His dragon, death so ageless. And I'm here. Sitting still. Nibbling a raven's word. Pirate Jim. And vagrants dim. I see. Angel mocking his backward beams. Laughing. Tears of folly. Watching me carefully s it . . .

in the shade of Hell's back porch.

Crowns of blood. Thievery's badge. King of fools. Childish toys with Hades blaze. He watches. Squints from elder eyes. I sit. Staring at Granny peaches Sleeping. I wait. Hoping to hear a last answer of why

I'm sitting . . .

in the shade of Hell's back porch.

The eon angel died. In a forgotten yesterday. A blaze. A tear. A wound. Flash to instant now. Dark with wisdom then. She mocks. Dances. Winks. And yet,

I'm sitting . . .

in the shade on Hell's back porch.

Careless youth. Blinded moon. 'She' just mimics my tongue. Weeping one. I wait. 'He' sheds one mask. Then two. I see. Clearly-told. Ancients bold. Tapestries wove. Tapestries torn. The cedars are mute. 'He' looks in me . . .

in the shade of Hell's back porch.

Minstrels old. Notes of dust. Minute' hope to relieve. Sip freedom sweet. Gates complain. Rusty stains. It's him. It's 'her' a lamb in the mist? Granny's gone. The fading breezes blown.

I rest . . .

in the shade of Hell's back porch.

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      Ann Carr 23 months ago from SW England

      Wow! Outstanding! This whisked me along on the riding emotions. I'll have to re-read a few times to make sure I haven't missed anything!

      You write these emotional stories/poems with such depth of expression.

      Well done, Kenneth.

      Ann

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 23 months ago from Reno NV

      Nice work. Love it! Classic yet new. Jamie

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      Kenneth Avery 23 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      jhamann,

      Thank you so much for your nice words.

      Have a peaceful day, Jamie.

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      Kenneth Avery 23 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, annart,

      I am without words to express how much I appreciate your comment.

      I am on an emotional-high now thanks to you.

      God bless you and come back anytime.

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