|a quiet afterlife for Earwig Bently.
here's a poem for the fresh dead waif. You,
staid. Folding in.
Stiff at the bottom
of a bowl.
whole, you lean favoring
your left-side spine.
impartial to mind matters,
it's mean springweather for a spited
swollen death. it leaves still
you - dry, decaying in a cabinet.
a hollowed torso. rotten-bodied
and with odor.
sad little death crumbs lying about;
limbs here and there.
eyes still glossy, vacant.
Super Surgeon applies
spoiled fumbling hands
grasping delicate wet
pushing them into you, O small one, and through you;
the right end of his mouth
turned up with sunshined brilliance, damming laughter --
all else languid,
with a quivered chin, He takes away
what's your ears, that's how come
you seem so
12 May 06
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why don't you try using some of the words you do like?
I like me some fuckyoubitch!
Explain a little please
l9 do yu mean "it is" (it's) or the possesive (its)?
l16 and 17 how can something be vacant and rapt at the same time?
l15 by damming - do mean you are holding back laughter or do you mean damning - condeming laughter?
You aren't making much sense, in your comments or poetry. Is something up?
|9 do you mean you?
|16 and 17 how do you assume it is at the same time? there is a period.
|15 the first -- i'm not an idiot.
Did you kill her?
don't get so upset - I was asking because I wanted clarification.
and there are lots of typos on this website - my own included.
I wear trifocals and the font on this website is only about 8 points
so I often have a hard time reading. I asked you to explain a little PLEASE
I was not rude.
I just want to know if you killed Earwig? If not you, then who? Perhaps this should be the title of your poem "Who Killed Earwig Bently?"
thats okay you
You're swell. You give me dimples!!
I have not the capacity though, for dimples, so I have to give them back.
this poem is about god