Medicated Mental Friction
Red Wood Drifting down the river
alarmed with a cherry
intense sun dancing down
ghosts speaking smoothly
and the drugs working right
WRONG
the angles that sit on the tree are now hanging by their necks
with wings ripped off and togas torn and asses filled with sex
fingernails snapped inside the skin from scratching out the bugs
still alive and eyes still twitching from the demons thugs.
LEFT
Turning into an ally way haunted by the sounds of horns
Bleeding through my eyes and ears they lay among the corn
Fields and rot away in the summers heat the stench
is so unbearable the hooker is a wench
DOWN
ward into the pit of crusty quicksand
the leech creeps in and never leaves to never escape the ban
the eyes roll down the mountain side to the birdies lies
from what i heard from a little birdy is what brings her to her cry
UP
she'll lift rising off the ground
fade away into the sky never to be found
lost in the heavens for she does not know where to go
the tentacle grabs her neck and drags her back below.
RIGHT
now every things good
every things cool
every things as it should
but when day light arises
there will be more surprises
and the Brilliant will become the fooled.
Copyright © Jake Brown | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment