OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?

rew4er2nail

Thine distorted reflection rippled

within rain maker's pool

upon a midnight clear

full moonlight sonata

flooded shallow abyss,

cleaved fractal structures of silence

reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere

to infinity, whence magic wand

whipped out from

whereabouts unknown

 

wove disenchanting spell

atop me shaded noggin more'n

fifty ruffle lake suns

Dorian Gray pictured here

to fore, awakened

from drunken stupor,

whence sober self

 

saw repulsive trouper

fluid dynamic image jeer

at pot bellied, dead panned,

and ad libbed the mere

ore image lam bent,

mutilated spindled

various horrid aspects of

myself nine inch

rusty nails impaired

 

which, aghast at such

creepy distortion i didst rear

like a bucking bronco unclear

how this horrid, jagged,

limned paragon did wear

a grotesque disfigured Joeseph Conrad

lost within heart of darkness – maybe Zaire

 

or Zulu-land, this

soaked silhouette half bare

from waist to head showed unmanly

sagging overly engorged breasts

plus right and left elephant sized ear

egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,

 

yet upon performing

self exam a glare

ring outburst ensued,

cuz thy once

bronzed handsome physique

now grist for a Joker to jeer

and fodder made

for television series created,

directed, and executed by Norman Lear

which role might be

temporary for Halloween, but near

lee every SINGLE day and night,

thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,

leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared

 

to accept, roistering, rollicking,

rueing this Frankenstein scarred

complex deplorable edifice able,

ready, and willing to be tarred

rather than evince flabbiness,

gruesome homeliness, instance

 

when no objection would arise

to live out the remaining days of this life

as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...

and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward

with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,

gummy self activated door

 

leading to privet hedge row trimmed

topiary resplendent yard

cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,

fingerhut lickin portal iz barred

dated Friday the thirteenth

with muff face on that card!

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 25th, 2018 19:15
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 6
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