-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.22 May 2003

Ending 1897 in the Southern Bumisphere (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-

It came and went away,
but I'll always remember that time I broke wind
musical gays plunder the bum
inspired by its brownful tunes.
In the violent aftermath of forgotten dreams,
now lost in the dark stench of human frailty and massively fermented scotch egglingtons,
once again I find solitude
as peasants flee vomitting,
smothering their gnarled faces with napkins
folded in upon themselves.
There's a promise gave,
which is given to the quiet self,
to replace my underpants as soon as possible.