#repugnant
Soft hands idling quietly by
snatching remnants of credibility
its cloak opaque to reflection
you grasp its hand,
like a double-edged sword
you hold on tight
wisping away into the night
never to be seen again.
The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant
death on its tongue
Decay in the teeth.
Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors
dubious, distorted, distraught
you hold on.
Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child
you gawk, admire, and dream
Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge.
Gently pushing formidable bounds
released to self-indulgence
you're alone.
As the world around you lights up only by screens
and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration.
A ghost among the blinded
walking slowly by as everything is in full speed.
Stuck in a repetitive loneliness
damnation of socialization
pity. pity. pity.
Pulling onto the strings of darkness
puppeting along madness
mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment
you sit on the outside of the world
watching it comfortable in its cage.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
young lassies near and far
were subjected to looking
at his personal bar
he'd stage the exhibits
on mobile phone devices
all those groinal tid-bits
exposing his wares
in a devil may care way
of indecency to the eyes
he'd frequently flay
on a particular poetry forum
the fellow can be found
advertizing his kit bag
so unedifyingly around
a sixty year old man
would in time be
getting a nab
for putting out there
his wayward
tab
somewhere inside
the Ohio state
law authorities
will pinpoint
the repugnant gate
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC