The Visit

"in the guest house of the dead where pain and mourn summoned me a blood call of an impromptu visit my dearest poem poked out itself in an express tell, it loudly spell “we fade away slowly and silently too…..” And I was knocked and numbed A minute simile of the fleshy statues Silently pouring me in, deep depressing ink I flow in these letters and lines to you man, o man your beauty and might and all that you vainly pride is just the blood travelling within you is just the red boss of their tireless errand the red servant on a tireless errand doing what heaven tasked them on you doing faithfully and so true, so good all that you crave, demand, aspire and perspire all that you rock, flaunt, gloss and boss all that you want…….. but when my beloved blood on eternity’s call, stung me a come to see him still and his breed within and stench and statues in cold silent welcome of words and forms in fright language of pour sit me a standing see, sink my ink a deep drink of how useless and damn dross you are o man strutting and plotting a blazing star empty of my poetry, my poking, asking poetry of how you and your days in lives fade away hidden in the melted voices and noises of your earth lost in the merry go rounding of your desires and acquires getting tired of time, slowly bringing in your time to come lodge a log gone in these stench and statues with skin in grim grin of shrink glee wearing cringing blackness of a nice nauseate of hate, stomach dizzy, calling forth vomit great o man, how time will tell the red servant-boss to stop its work, stop its errand workforce and toss you a bye into that dreaded flight of earth onwards……………………….your soul a gall or joy as tears in tongues and tumbles moan your mourn take exit after…….; after all, you’re gone; and life must go on in its merry go rounding plotting and strutting of a blazing star, dazzling near and far o man………………………………….."