This is the game
played naked on all fours
with sharpened teeth.
You will need the verve and swerve
of a spitfire pilot,
and strong stomach underneath.
It is a game of stealth
and secret manoeuvring
down dark corridors of infinite length,
where the winner takes balls,
which are stitched onto his own
doubling his strength.
Then a switch is thrown,
darkness becomes light
so those round orbs
can be paraded as trophies.
The bitten slink off like whipped rodents
to lick their sores.
Weakened beyond belief,
they can play no more.
3 Nov 07
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great. i really like this poem, its very dark to me in its own special way. It makes me think of kids playing ball games at night in the city. I like the flow of it
a good ditty for bathroom walls
and just how big is your bathroom?
Larry bidet the size of the Ritz Lark
Which dimension...space or time?
You pays yer money and yer makes yer choice, though I will admit both are in short supply in my neck of the woods.
Larry beyond dimensions lark
so glad you got something from this one
Larry night games lark