Analog Worms -- written by sexually sadistic
By maddog
The prospective rot of thunder rippling loose-leaf on the binder,
slave-state mindsets writhing like razors through the mind
while tilling fields of flurry until
snowfall equals bleeding and bleeping
equals rhythm on this decaying ballroom floor.
Interiors; what's more?
The socialist prospective of rippling with the fury of
ants in steel jackets, biting and buzzing
biting and buzzing,
never walking away from the playground turmoil that haunts
like teeth cast from the crudest iron
to ever drill a vacuum in the soul.
Lost; wondering where the stars go
when they, too, want to wish,
imploding inside.
I am my own color of casket,
my own Crayola shovel
digging without controlled forms of labor in the loss.
I am my own analog worm
invited to this digital eulogy.
Comments on "Analog Worms -- written by sexually sadistic"
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On Wednesday, June 15, 2005, The Crimson Queen
(917) wrote:
it has been so long since i have read something from the mind of this marvelous dear...thank you madpuppy for sharing..*huggles* ^_^
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On Tuesday, June 14, 2005, Serenity
(469) wrote:
I agree with Darkness... or gap which ever you want to call him Lol. Wish I could've known you. Such excellent writing.
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On Tuesday, June 14, 2005, Ablebody Peckawood
(38) wrote:
I love this poem!
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A former member wrote:
once again this proves the fact that this site is lacking without you dear