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Roman Toes Power the Local Crushery (Free verse) by DreamerSupreme I'm in your face
again, and why?
I have forgotten since
it is no longer important,
because now your breath
enrages and inspires me dome
to thrust forward and transform
that fat snoot into a bloody explosive.
Tongue swipes the finger tip
of the delta unfolding from
me jester dreamed skull
savouring the red stream
that creeped to the corner
of me mouth.
Accustomed to tasting, I do not devour
for now is the hour
when me feet squelch them
cursed eyeballs
marked with stupidity.
Tis like summer
and buckets full of over-ripe grapes...
What friend of mine
wishes to start the festivity
with a toast?
Up the ladder:
emblem esoterica
Down the ladder:
BlackBird (Howl and Flatulence)
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.5
Posted: October 4, 2003 3:40 AM PDT; Last modified: October 4, 2003 5:30 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2980075 Overall Rank: 3697 Comments:
THat would be 'me-sky'. "
of my mouth." THat should be a me and no y.
ah, thanks for pointing that out, correcting it.
What's going through your mind when you decide to put a line break in?
"enter"
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worship with open jaws
begging for me to bleed
which occurs only when i decide
to shed three tears in rememberance
of the silly trinity
that belongs to christianity
i do enjoy teasing..hah.