I sat on the edge of the roof, studying the horizon
Waiting for the do-gooder, who makes me wretch
He will not be ho-ho-ho-ing after I get finished here.
I feel something protruding from my left incisor.
Remnants of last year’s Santa.
The night is still, the ambiance makes me giddy.
There is an evilness afoot that delights my black heart.
I imagine what I will be doing to this year’s cheerful idiot.
My teeth gnash hard, practically breaking.
I am ready for the fool who dares approach.
“It is Krampus!” I hear someone yell.
Three midnight friendly humans begin throwing hard things up on the roof.
I will return fire later. Right now there is only one victim.
I watch for him, hoping he will be nauseously joyful.
Those are the kinds of Santas whom I enjoy slicing and devouring the best.
A wolf howls, feeling my excitement.
I lie in wait, sitting on the chimney now.
I can practically taste salty blood.
I salivate in readiness.
Categories:
nauseously, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
a child collapsed cold in the garden
talisman waved with the wind
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged
horribly marbling volatile harmony
azure veins fold under skin- jittering
gently golden it stings
effigy holding the strings
partially fondling close within cartilage-
pieces now bloom into things-
before following-
thin choreology
thew ending progeny
posed they erode intermittently-
honestly,
iridine progeny,
how are you possibly
watching atrocity knead etymology
skin abound covering, sleeving impossibly
sinew renewed where it feeds on bare faucet leaks
farther it blossoms then seeps something bodily
oddity, pardon me
lovably blue and it bleeds out so audibly
fissure pains bottling
lowly imposingly-
nearing a prophecy
budding up slowly to figurehead modesty
petals all grown out- they shelter so somberly
flay splayed out flower-wise neatly and modestly
peaking autonomy
inky tear conjuring
pink from the fostering
nauseously
cautiously failing to breathe
Categories:
nauseously, beauty, birth, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Pill ads on TV are so very shrill
They tend to make me nauseously ill
First they tout their benefits
Then warn you might hit the pits
Named in obits for swallowing their pill
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
nauseously, funny, health
Form: Limerick
There have been so many days,
I wake to feel I’m out of phase,
Doing the things I've done before,
On a swing that's back and forth...
As I kick forward and stretch my legs,
I move toward what’s still so vague,
But half the time my head goes back,
Numbing my mind so I loose track...
Then I slow down and slowly stop,
When I found what’s at top,
But I'm still bound so back I drift,
Gaining speed as I loose lift...
With bended knees I ride the curve,
A tingling breeze touch every nerve,
Nauseously again I stall,
Cautiously so I don’t fall...
As I prepare to start again,
I see the cycle I live in,
Just repeats the previous days,
And what I keep is out phase ...
Categories:
nauseously, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?