Okay What Fiend Stole Thy Body Electric

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 **** face on that card!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Hughes Avatar
July 26, 2018 at 4:27 PM
A bit archaic but I love that surreal trippy shit!! A very mind altering flood like spell!! Love the disorienting effect??
Hughes Avatar
July 26, 2018 at 4:25 PM
A bit archaic but I love that surreal trippy shit!! A very mind altering flood like spell!! Love the disorienting effect??
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