Curdling wave of denatured purity
Milk and acid, perverted mated pair
Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners
Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers
A fleet, in concentric circles turning.
Churning, in hidden tunnels, empty wombs
Clotted to lumps, a viscous drool
From spout of oesophagus poured
Over that inverted delicacy.
An internal storm blows like fury, shocks
Of bucking, lurching on every wave
Oobleck’s looming clouds
Hailing wet pellets on the deck.
My hands painted,
A globulous maroon
Leaking life-force, un-fatal evacuation
Drawn-out, a living execution
A foetal creature, whining out the morning
Premature to see the day
Too early to bleed.
You are my sworn foe,
Possessing me as what I am
Trapped by you on whom I depend
Breasts, hips, thighs, a soft-skinned face
A body, veneer for lunar torment.
Prophetic to the hour
Of when the next storm will come.
Stranded at sea, men watch from the shore.
Apathetic, indifferent,
Too far away to see
Us, the fleet of spinners
Lost in bleeding seas.
Categories:
globulous, women,
Form: Free verse
clink clunk the bones go clank
hanging there from the curtain rail
large pumpkin and shaping knife ready
it will be a great party time, without fail
when you enter the room you need to
swish swash the spray net out of the way
I said don't spray it round the room til its time
time to party but no, had to be done right away
just in case hmmmm it doesn't look right
remainder of many parties afore
hang from the ceiling and the light above
room had a kind of orangy glow silently
awaiting the children, looks like a treasure cove.
deadbat sandwiches, mildew cakes
globulous drinks, orange shade of course
music where's the music,
must play .ghostly music, I endorse
have you seen the punch bowl
with a kitchen glove filled with water
been in the freezer, sitting in the middle,
looks spooky better than it outa
games galore here ready to be played
right then let's start on that pumpkin
shall I give it warts lol or buck teeth
looks good enough to eat will call it Munchkin
something is missing now what can it be
yep I know what's missing it's meeeeee.
penned 14 October 2015
Categories:
globulous, halloween,
Form: Rhyme