Staring out of the window a blank stare
Radiates outwards, cold methodical
Unfeeling of what is seen.
"What do you think,
As not even a glimmer of life breathes forth
A reply, and they just stare at the film reel
Of scenery that leaves eyes behind.
"We'll be their soon, don't worry,
Head leans forward as eyes brushed closed,
Nothing is missed it wasn't the others times
When eyes stared to long now closed.
"What shall I do with you,
"I know I spy,
No answer comes back, just silent, vacant
stillness.
"Fine be like that see if I care,
Dried up roses sit on the back seat. petals
Scattered over the vacant area, others
Dyeing an old wet jacket soiled and haggard.
"May I borrow that I have some thing in my teeth,
"Don't worry Ill give it you back,
He leans over, and removes it, making an
Unpleasant squelch as if not wishing to
Let loose that which is desired.
"Look I gave you to look after,
"Not to own its mine,
With a final pull taken with force.
Picking slowly at that piece of burger stuck
Lodged in-between two teeth, them a bump.
"Holy mother of crap,
"This is your fault for not releasing it when I asked,
As blood seeps from a lip, teeth bathed in droplets
Of crimson smudged with every painful lick and
Touch of their grazed lip.
"Here have it back,
"It was mine, but now I'll... I'll...,
"Who am I kidding, not like it can do anything else,
Sitting back in the car a hanky chief held tightly
Between teeth lip and tongue. Were here now?
Don't look so shocked, as headlights glare.
"Now look I prepared it for your arrival,
"Always best to plan ahead,
A picnic sheet, is laid on the dry grass, and then
As a stiff crack is heard echoing out, from
Where rigor-mortis has set in like stone.
"Wow maybe I drove a little too long this time,
"But you liked the views didn't you,
As the knife again pulled out of their chest,
wiped upon the sheet. it was a cheap thing
Only good was to wrap up unwanted things
"Good as new,
Sweat drips on the ground, as the shovel
tightens the shallow graves soil,
Leaves pulled from the boot cover evenly.
"Another one rested, I do enjoy these drives,
"Next one may have to be shorter?
Getting in to the car looking at the empty seat,
Thinking of how soon another like ones
Before will sit in that seat and enjoy the ride.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Staring out of the window a blank stare
Radiates outwards, cold methodical
Unfeeling of what is seen.
"What do you think,
As not even a glimmer of life breathes forth
A reply, and they just stare at the film reel
Of scenery that leaves eyes behind.
"We'll be their soon, don't worry,
Head leans forward as eyes brushed closed,
Nothing is missed it wasn't the others times
When eyes stared to long now closed.
"What shall I do with you,
"I know I spy,
No answer comes back, just silent, vacant
stillness.
"Fine be like that see if I care,
Dried up roses sit on the back seat. petals
Scattered over the vacant area, others
Dyeing an old wet jacket soiled and haggard.
"May I borrow that I have some thing in my teeth,
"Don't worry Ill give it you back,
He leans over, and removes it, making an
Unpleasant squelch as if not wishing to
Let loose that which is desired.
"Look I gave you to look after,
"Not to own its mine,
With a final pull taken with force.
Picking slowly at that piece of burger stuck
Lodged in-between two teeth, them a bump.
"Holy mother of crap,
"This is your fault for not releasing it when I asked,
As blood seeps from a lip, teeth bathed in droplets
Of crimson smudged with every painful lick and
Touch of their grazed lip.
"Here have it back,
"It was mine, but now I'll... I'll...,
"Who am I kidding, not like it can do anything else,
Sitting back in the car a hanky chief held tightly
Between teeth lip and tongue. Were here now?
Don't look so shocked, as headlights glare.
"Now look I prepared it for your arrival,
"Always best to plan ahead,
A picnic sheet, is laid on the dry grass, and then
As a stiff crack is heard echoing out, from
Where rigor-mortis has set in like stone.
"Wow maybe I drove a little too long this time,
"But you liked the views didn't you,
As the knife again pulled out of their chest,
wiped upon the sheet. it was a cheap thing
Only good was to wrap up unwanted things
"Good as new,
Sweat drips on the ground, as the shovel
tightens the shallow graves soil,
Leaves pulled from the boot cover evenly.
"Another one rested, I do enjoy these drives,
"Next one may have to be shorter?
Getting in to the car looking at the empty seat,
Thinking of how soon another like ones
Before will sit in that seat and enjoy the ride.
