#inanity
Lights flicker
Blood drips
Brilliant mind
At my finger tips
Don't look now
Gotta think quick
What have I done?
Oh! I know a trick
Slice it up thin
Tiny little bits
So much mess
Hmm, maybe a mince
Red and juicy
Smells so devine
Mouth watering
Just like last time
So heavenly
It should be a crime
Down to the bone
I carve a rhyme
My name etched like stone
A deadly shrine
No where left to go
But back into my mind
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Until next time....
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
She is safe in
her madness.
A comfortable
tomb, convenient,
but suspect.
I wish it were
a gentle lunacy,
like Don Quixote,
almost admirable.
But it's rabid like
a berserker or
harpy, shrieking at
love and light.
destroying everything.
Some people are
drunk on power, pride,
and control.
When they
wake up and realize
they aren't God,
they change
direction or perish.
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 6:53 PM UTC
Taste the essence of frailty.
Ride comprehensions slip
And slide, careening into dementia.
Arise into normality, and laugh as everyone dances
A merry tune. Hilarious fun.
Grasp at the heavy spoon and be hungry.
Have you forgotten how to eat dear? Here, allow me.
Content starvation. A crippling disability
Take the cup.
Drink now, no don’t gulp.
You didn’t finish your meal, are you not hungry today?
Please, I’m starving.
Take the fork with too many gaps and enjoy the soup and smile as the monkey takes the bulb.
Sit in darkness and wait for help, that never comes.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC