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Invasion (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

Last night an angry Muskie snuck in through my window well. She swam upstairs and bashed a lamp setting the light free. She searched fo me, swatting a picture from the wall and spilling petals to the floor. When she found me, I started to run, dodging in and out of rooms, but to no avail. She picked up my collar with her hook shaped lower jaw. Then, with ever increasing speed she swam loops through my kitchen,exited,accelerated more and stopped short of the dead end hall sending me face first into the wall. WHAMWHUMP! Dazed, I lay watching her with my peripheral vision as she entered the bedroom and flipped the bed like a pancake. KAWHAM! I heard her mutter:"you work for me now" as she lingered towards the garage. I heard the THUMP! as she left behind her tailprint in the quarter panel of my car.

Jeremi B. Handrinos 2-Jun-03/9:55 PM
That's funny. Thanks for the email trickster, the other day. You're right it's been a blast, and to me worth every hour. Thanks for your critiques. I think I'm drunk or just gay now, but what the fuck right?! This sight has really taken my writing further than I would of ever thought plausible, and in the long run, as someone that needs writing more then anything else I believe. I believe that in itself to 'be' the real 'gift' behind Kaolin Fire's poemranker.com whether it was -=Dark_Angels=- sheer fucking brilliance, or Zinnia's eloquence, Settles insanity, or God's wife's passion I was there, you have Intransit's courage, Razorgrin's wit, Katie nievity, Nentwind's insomniatic chirpings, Beel Z bubs anectdotes, and Beakism's beak I was there, motherfucker, deal with that. I read poetry sixteen hours a day. I am a poet. I am crazy enough to say that with a sneer of contempt, and pull out my cock an piss on your shoe with a belch, fart, hello. Poemranker gave me the armor encased penis to do a thing that brazenly superior. People say, "how did you find the time? "I think" how couldn't I find the time?" I'm a writer, that's what I do with my time. I write as much as I fucking can; That's all I'm good at, and, as with everything else on this accursed planet, sometimes I aint even good at that. Poemranker is a good place to bring up your kids, trust me, I know, I live here.




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