#illustrated
You could see the scars
where coloured ink sank deep,
making patterns in his flesh;
deeper than a love
which prompted the first cut,
one drunken night on shore leave
in some long forgotten port;
when Stacy was his girl,
decorated with a rose.
Then a panther leapt to mind,
embedding its image into the skin
of his back;
a dark shadow to protect him
from danger of surprise attack.
But its blind eyes
never saw the knife,
when he lost his life
in a bar room brawl.
The world had gradually
coloured him in,
etching out a journey
from Far East to Babylon,
across all the oceans.
The devil sat at his shoulder
so he knew where to find him.
A dragon on his right arm,
snake and dagger on the left.
At night in fractured dreams, they’d fight,
breathing fire and spitting
reptilian venom.
It seemed a shame to bury him,
he really belonged in a gallery.
But the sea accepted
without any fuss,
the man whose imagination
was for all to see,
drawing attention to himself.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
when just a little boy inured to ****** harm
i stuck a bean inside my button nose
which caused parental fright and alarm
which yielded putrid odor
like black pearl jam stuck between toes
foul fumes a nauseating offal stench
detected by mere fluke
from mister good wrench
pinpointed putrid source
above where one would puke
necessitating face mask to approach
decomposing nut size bean
inducing outcome from
those approaching awful odor to pass out
even the most practiced
die macho men turned green
in addition from special ops
military forces confessed doubt
to accomplish mission in this challenge
from an enemy unseen
thus pitting me in danger if
slowly germinating seed sprouted full size
planting roots into cerebral fertile gray matter
forcing motley crue to brood
at this unusual impasse – no lies
but truthfulness, which outcome
could find me akin to a mad hatter
lest quick fix for someone
with a knack with moody blue eyes
like those of I bet ye will never guess who
came to my rescue
and eminently rid me of
near fatality this threat he slew
while clergy waited with family,
whom held breath against noxious p u
worse smelling than buffalo chips
or animal when poops goes moo
imbedded flak eliminated threat
to this kid – a very reformed Jew
when with delicate application
of tweezers across room bean flew
dunning torpedo like ricocheting
off head of doctor George Andrew.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
you would look at her face and think
she's got a perfect life.
but the thing is
she's
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC