Poems - JP Melville

Brave Soul 24 July 2019 jp Sitting on porch feet up trying to wind down key in machine broken only winds up not down or maybe I misunderstand the technology wind up is only purpose wind up music boxes are nice wind up… very different meaning if navigating high seas maybe that’s what I failed to see wind up… which may be the only place of comfort for me… like you who would not have it any other way… my kamikaze pilot for a cause which can only be truth and because you know that you will never arrive you are prepared to in the end to dive sink in the sea brave soul… like Vincent he had to paint ultimately toward his own destruction to leave a legacy worth it. Odd how such suffering of giving life to others beautiful paintings music joy so often destroys the soul that gives like motherhood certainly husbandry we men all die younger. I had two cigarettes today one w

Forgive Me Dear July 22, 2019 jp all that i feel for you is none illusion just somewhere over the rainbow just the stories in my head walking round say its crazy and more so i want to reach and reach i do then down comes the guillotine no my heart remains and walk i do so many platforms so many guillotines then… sometimes… milk from your breasts sweet and sweat your skin you bite my lip and i bite yours my fingers cross the boundaries from small of back to lip of hip gods give me crazy… here comes forest floor and light filtering light between the leaves a brightness i cannot without leaves rustled in there’s silence in the scream oh come with me… and my nostrils flare wide oh forest floor where i am i beg sink me deep to disappear… where again comes resurgence… my fingers lips they cross boundaries from top of loin and waist to up to tip of nipple and sweat

No Palpable Limitations old new july 2019 jp melville in the thai dark seashore night side waves gently lapping to our feet i whispered of my gal back home in canada laura dina said no boundaries no beginning no end she will leave you dina said no palpable limitations no longer the property of tradition or family alone worlds of independence we create our own infinite worlds dina said no palpable limitations i phone home my mother cries my sister is the same she burbles too frightening the endless space dina says no palpable limitations a moment of silence breathed a moment i am not fine you should have seen me as a happy girl long time ago gone through shit to get to where I am now no way i’m letting go of this dream dina said and she turned and smiled at me mona lisa no palpable limitations