.
The mouth of death
opened wide
and swallowed me whole.
It's oblong eyes
tongues my bones
clean.
A slumping bouquet of dead
chrysanthemum stare
through the crooked
screen.
I can hear the
rumble of an aromatic
acid bath,
grumbling, tumbling,
as I'm fumbling for
my lighter inside this
suicidal psychopath.
The squeaky swing
in the yard sways
as I'm going
down frowning
like a cosmic clown.
So as
I'm remembering
a memorable memory,
the devil's on the loose.
( Suddenly I slip and slide
in his sloshing stomach juice.)
I do the back-stroke
'til my eyeballs are gone,
the bile I am mixed with
is as green as my lawn.
With one last chance,
I nailed up a poster and protested.
Then I climbed back out
before I was totally digested.
What does he think?
That I am a fool?
Besides, I have a test
this morning at school.
.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:09 PM UTC
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The mouth of death
opened wide
and swallowed me whole.
It's oblong eyes
tongues my bones
clean.
A slumping bouquet of dead
chrysanthemum stare
through the crooked
screen.
I can hear the
rumble of an aromatic
acid bath,
grumbling, tumbling,
as I'm fumbling for
my lighter inside this
suicidal psychopath.
The squeaky swing
in the yard sways
as I'm going
down frowning
like a cosmic clown.
So as
I'm remembering
a memorable memory,
the devil's on the loose.
( Suddenly I slip and slide
in his sloshing stomach juice.)
I do the back-stroke
'til my eyeballs are gone,
the bile I am mixed with
is as green as my lawn.
With one last chance,
I nailed up a poster and protested.
Then I climbed back out
before I was totally digested.
What does he think?
That I am a fool?
Besides, I have a test
this morning at school.
.
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