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the unseenthe unseen Posts: 372
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i hear the flies
buzzing within the jar
the sound bounces off the walls
filling my ears with splender
low end rumble soothes my soul
beating wings
crashing bodies
tink a tink against the glass
intoxicated from melodies
coming from dark and lonely places
i
spin
spin
spin
spin
spin
spin
around
around
around
around
around
around
the jar is silent
dead flies
stiff in rigor mortis
start to decompose
i sprinkle them like rasins
upon a cherry cake
then serve the pieces
to my neighbors
i walk home
kicking dried leaves
that litter my street
see the coming winter
in the evening clouds
i smile at the thought
of some asshole
picking an insect from his teeth
sticking it on his tongue
and swallowing it
like a tab of acid
enjoy the trip
mother fucker
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