Jan 2016
Cheerful glee at what was persuaded with marshmallow
Eyes plucked upon a branch and then roasted with what
Could be seen, as shock set in shaking like a piñata
Hot sauce marinated and then these emerald whites toasted
Just right, Chewing on the gate way to their inner self. I always
Found them chewy like calamari, I wonder if they see it all.
Taking fingers on their throat, I check for a pulse, then I jump
A mile in another's shoes as there hand clenching on mine.
"Help me,
"Please,
"I heard them leave?
Cheerful thoughts persist on a serrated edge, like a donkey
Chasing a stringed carrot I heed their words,
"Who did this to you,
"Are they still near,
"I'll get help wait here,
Running in to the woods circling around I skip In jestful glee,
I walk back and scream in terrified murmurs.
"No please I wont tell I promis......,
Screams echo like rainbows through the trees, but no one
Will hear them, no *** of gold at the end of this echo, maybe
Pie, this work is hungry. Cherrie I eat as I watch them squirm.
I see the milk of life ebbing out of them feeding the earth like
Crimson cornflower it coagulates. I have a primordial urge
To taste upon the hunt, I have tasted before, succulent like chicken.
But I look around such beauty chestnut trees remind me of youth
So much has changed but stayed the same. I look at what is passed
And like the past all things end, whispering in ears hushed thoughts.
"Nothing personal its just that time of the month,
"I need to do this I don't know you, but I needed your eyes,
"You see i don't, but with each one i consume i see a little more,
"You will not gaze again but i will thanks to the feed,
I hate seeing this part as i lift a branch and close
The other gate way, not much force is needed just
A sturdy branch.
They gyrate for a moment then silence and I see my misgivings
But they gave me their gift now i see and next time I will use
A little less hot sauce as my sight burns a little to much.
Well see you all again and thankyou for looking through
My eyes did you like what you saw what was seen.
Eyes plucked upon a branch and then roasted with what
Could be seen, as shock set in shaking like a piñata
Hot sauce marinated and then these emerald whites toasted
Just right, Chewing on the gate way to their inner self. I always
Found them chewy like calamari, I wonder if they see it all.
Taking fingers on their throat, I check for a pulse, then I jump
A mile in another's shoes as there hand clenching on mine.
"Help me,
"Please,
"I heard them leave?
Cheerful thoughts persist on a serrated edge, like a donkey
Chasing a stringed carrot I heed their words,
"Who did this to you,
"Are they still near,
"I'll get help wait here,
Running in to the woods circling around I skip In jestful glee,
I walk back and scream in terrified murmurs.
"No please I wont tell I promis......,
Screams echo like rainbows through the trees, but no one
Will hear them, no *** of gold at the end of this echo, maybe
Pie, this work is hungry. Cherrie I eat as I watch them squirm.
I see the milk of life ebbing out of them feeding the earth like
Crimson cornflower it coagulates. I have a primordial urge
To taste upon the hunt, I have tasted before, succulent like chicken.
But I look around such beauty chestnut trees remind me of youth
So much has changed but stayed the same. I look at what is passed
And like the past all things end, whispering in ears hushed thoughts.
"Nothing personal its just that time of the month,
"I need to do this I don't know you, but I needed your eyes,
"You see i don't, but with each one i consume i see a little more,
"You will not gaze again but i will thanks to the feed,
I hate seeing this part as i lift a branch and close
The other gate way, not much force is needed just
A sturdy branch.
They gyrate for a moment then silence and I see my misgivings
But they gave me their gift now i see and next time I will use
A little less hot sauce as my sight burns a little to much.
Well see you all again and thankyou for looking through
My eyes did you like what you saw what was seen.
