So are you a rabbit then?
I stare at the weird little guy.
What is he?
Salesman? Coffin seller or news reporter?
Who wants to know? I ask.
Putting my pocket watch back into my giant pocket.
You might be the Easter Bunny, he surmises.
This is November, is the fellow daft?
I love strange; I live in the bowels of strange.
But this inquisitive fool is beyond belief.
I hop away, and do not look back.
BOWELS OF WAR
Putin death-drone bombs;
Diarrhea-hate flowing down—
Children flushed away…
Only poo can make this world seem bright
Only poo can make what's heavy light
Only poo and poo alone can thrill me to the bone
So I fill my toilet to the brim with poo.
Africa my continent
I remember you today as always
The cradle of civilization
The land of great and revered warriors
Endowed extravagantly with all God’s natural resources
Africa my continent
The land of great promise
Africa of Achebe’s Things fall Apart, I salute you.
Rise up and take your destiny in your own hands
The abundance of wealth in your bowels
Should be a blessing to your poverty-stricken children
Africa you must stop disappointing God
Africa my continent
It is time to purge your off-springs of notorious acronyms
Which have become their lot
The poverty capital of the world
The corruption infested countries
The third world countries
The least developed countries
Developing countries
-hole countries
Emerging economies
Underdeveloped countries
Arise Africa and shine for your star has risen!
The corn flakes flew acRoss the room,
The raisins hung in air,
Eruption sticky as the glue,
Vibrating rectum fair,
He slung a towel about his waist,
He needed a a flaming shower,
But then the bowel in recital haste,
Did paint the walls a shower,
No need 2 sit upon the throne,
He quietly closed the door,
And whistling a regretfully tune,
Sultana .brand he swore
Don Johnson
Rondelet : (Nuclear) Rot in bowels
Rot in bowels
Sealed tight in cans, retarded bombs
Rot in bowels
Nuclear waste Earth sucks capsules
Poisoned gift to children in dumps
Let’s dance in White Night till Hell comes
(Nuclear) Rot in bowels.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The bowels of madness
Trekked with dark watchful eye
Through terror and agony-
The fever of society unconscious
Vault these cliffs
With steel backed bone
Alone, dangling
Then, as the dawn shown
The most riveting surprise
Rejuvenation through soil
Rushing, penetrate the surface
Of mass hypnosis
You will soar as phoenix-
reborn in the beastly beauty
Sainthood to walk with man
From the bowels of
The Pyramids
Like the spinning drip of an
Atomic molecule
She rose above
Sizzled my soul
With sweet sensations of love
Ah, Isis, godess of magic and fertility
melted away my icicles
With flamed passion of fire
Satisfied those touching thoughts
Once buried and lost as desires
Enlightened essence of fragrance
Such a mummy was I
Until she unwrapped my light
Unleashed such sensationally
Spectacular splitting sparkles
Now awakened!
Transformed from tomb to life
Aphrodite godess of love
Who send thoughts
From a floating cloud
Motivated her to
Passionately touch
As Apollo god of poetry and music
Released My mystical muse
Stimulated souls’ sensations
Snow melted by fire
Needless,
I articulate more…
But tonight, I will
Belly-up to the bar
Brightly blushing
While whispering:
“Ein anderes Bier bitte!”
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/15/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
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Satan in my bowels
All I can say is 'ow'
Cringing and churning
My biscuits are burning
I’m praying for relief
Some sort of lanolin leaf
Wondering why I wasn’t born
Before the devil had horns
Squatting in the bush
Mourning my tortured tush
Asking when trees portend
Charmin is our friend
So if you hear me cry
Shouting Jalapenos must die
Remember that camping is fun
Except when nature’s on the run