With lank longish hair, of virtue most spare
Hollow cheeked, with joints that creak..An elderly evil proponent of deaths i see there is a reek a pungence of cadavers in such abundance, he knows not where he has buried children a'plenty Grandfathers their
Wives, but then for satan he strives.' He must at least rank as a liutennant skull and
Cross bones on his pennant, a trace of accord..He has trodden the boards floors he is invisible on the black squares.' And will never give up his share.' He mooted for
Guvenor of Gaza, no other i dare could
Show such brass neck.' Of tony blair, who will
Be, no doubt? flexing his ropey old pecs.'
Stopped at the rest stop with my friend Seth,
He just made the restroom, out of breath!
Came out gasping for air,
Yo Bud!...Don't go in there!
This "Turlet" has the foul smell of "Death!"
I thought I'd sniff about..just for fun!
The pungence hit...and my head just spun!
Bordering on manic,
Seth was in a panic!
Yo Bud!...Could you PLEASE call 9-1-1?
With Fond Memories, we'll all say Goodnight.
Goodbye, for now, maybe we'll get a Bite?
The thrill that we "Hoped," we'd see on the Screen,
Was "SO PREDICTABLE" from Scene to Scene!
Every "Horror Flick," is just like the Last!
Same Boring Plot, same Boring Cast!
The "Cinema's," are Over-Refrigerated,
And the "Dialogue," is only Regurgitated!
Half-hour in, you glance at your "Swatch,"
It doesn't Matter which Movie you Watch!
The "Kid" behind you...keeps Kicking! your Seat,
Your Popcorn Box...is Stuck to your Feet!
The Speaker's So Loud, it's Blowing your Mind...
And SOMETHING smells..."Rank,"...Right from Behind!
Pungence, not "Floral," is assaulting your "Beak,"
Your Eyes..."Dart Around...for the "Exit" you Seek!
Yes, it's "Fond" memories, like walking in "Clover,"
We MISS all those movies, watched Over and Over!
Till you "SHINE" the "LIGHT" on those "GEMS" that we SPEAK,
I'll be "DAMNED" if I'M coming "BACK HERE!" next WEEK!!!
Spreading fast from West to East
Did it come from Man or Beast
The pungence just hit my nose
Everywhere a foul wind blows
We've got winds to the North
And winds to the South
But the winds West to East
I can taste in my mouth
It floats through the air
And sticks to my clothes
Everywhere a foul wind blows
I said EVERYWHERE a foul wind blows
The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey
opium of jasmine lilting on a leeward drowse
delicious sift of sand drifting
warm and soft between my toes
as coral breezes court flamingo scapes
with pina colada suns
and I drift in and out of hibiscus euphoria
Let a mist of cockatoos flutter
in lapis skies puffed with fat feather clouds
parrots and toucans preening
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
through the afterglow of mango afternoons
Create visions of paradise
in the cerulean of hyacinth
and never bring me back
Scarlet and golden etched,
autumn leaves reflect summer's apprehended glory
incised in deep veined images.
Released, they sigh earthward like final breaths.
Sharp pungence ripens , musty tang,
a piquant vaporous mustard milked
from forest loam's black breasts
beneath life's heavy kneading tread.
Sudden, determined winds attack
raping writhed skeletal remains;
stripped spring's green clad darlings.
Feigning innocence,
the gray storm fiend curtains guilt
beneath pure, snow white overlay.
Copyright, August 2, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Out from the fog your figure emerged, each step nearing an outline, colder than the winter frozen wind
Where do you go at night with those sunken eyes?
Your presence heavy on the unsure soul
Seeping through walls like thick odour, your essence breathes sickness
What possible destination awaits your company so somber, your evil edged creature
What foul feeder plays host to such manner unholy, for the devil would revolt in disgust
This overbearingly vulgar demeanor
The shadowed mass a dead weight hunched and slow
With a heart you show low as the ground you stare, like a burden of lost cause, dragged behind you
Your pores weep with rejection and I can taste its smell
It leaves you drenched and soaking right down to your skinned, claw toed feet, and bleeds over infested flesh
Your pungence still lingering in the forever tainted air
Go to whatever blacked corner you have in seek, far away from here
Back into the hazed abyss of which you came, traveler unwanted as your mystery meaningless
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