"Running through a mile of wasted compiled vile
I find myself conflicted sitting in a position
groaning I'm foul planting a seed of tan and brown
the snake comes out of me and it flees deposited manure
Gastly every movement is not pure, sometime it's deterred
so now I gravitate as I clasp my cheeks
out from the plummets from the tests intestinal ...
verbiage I'm not on my knees
Yet, yes I bow down bowel comes out of me
What I just planted was healthy indeed
it was a groupings of so many seeds
running in through my garden
or would you pardon
Me as I sit posture above a toilet
and now I let Go of the grouping for you see is my bowels moving
My waste has been displaced
into a porcelain throne filled with water clear
as I touch the handle it's spirals down
Maneuvered Manure
the tunnel to eventually become one with the sewer"
Categories:
gastly, allusion, analogy, anxiety, caregiving,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Out from the pound comes something so horrifing no one has even seen this gastly thing because they fall over dead from hearing it's growl. The townsfolk who enjoy their smokes don't venture near the woods at night because they fear what might come out for a bite, the creature who they call Paul is truly a frightful sight if you lock eyes with him during the night. Be careful not to get too close because he might bite! This being isn't your friendly neighborhood animal it's far worse than a bear, eyes glow orange beware of it's stare it's blacker than night the darkest of dark he even lurks in the park. Beware of where you stroll because this might be a troll a boogeyman that doesn't hide under the bed, it might have come for your heads.
Categories:
gastly, dark, gothic,
Form: Free verse
I saw an alarming grubby grumpy golden Gastly ungodly Grand so alarming gross gray gloomy ghost gathering~
10/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
gastly, allegory, analogy, anxiety, imagery,
Form: Alliteration