the day i was born

walden freeman
walden freeman Posts: 511
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the tide is devouring the pale colors at sea level on this emerald earth and medical waste syringes have replaced the teeth of sharks making them more like cyborg predators and less like cuddly fish who've been misunderstood for centuries. they've been holding up signs, not in protest, but simply warning us: walk, don't run, for office. in the hearts and handbags of new jersey, i am a messenger of god turning red with anger but green with envy. merry christmas.
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  • chadwick
    chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    i like it.
    "medical waste syringes have replaced the teeth of sharks making them more like cyborg predators and less like cudly fish"

    the ending slays me :) merry christmas my friend, merry christmas
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • walden freeman
    walden freeman Posts: 511
    the same phrase is chanted and repeated again and again by the hearts of pagan gods pumping bull steroids and creative literature written in jellyfish blood into skull-and-crossbone-shaped galaxies so vast that they cannot be explored by even the most powerful mega-telescopes and they can't be conquered by armies of fireants running full-speed and livid from spiders armed with eight firehoses apiece . . .

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