HIGHWAY ON THE GATLING GUN ~BY THERESA NEMETH
Gatling And Straddling In The Highway Mattening
With Dampened Rain Falling Down Its Clampened Tightenings.
Gatling And Straddling In The Highway Mattening
With Dampened Rain Falling Down Its Clampened Tightenings.
Say: Don’t Dongle Where You Dangle
And Where You Topple Her Leave Not Your Doppler.
You say I’ll be okay,
That you’re here to stay.
You say you love me,
That you’re dreaming of a we.
How can you still believe?
How do you know I won’t leave?
A world Apart
How did we get so far,
To be a world apart?
Wishing on every star,
After the snow,
A lonely flower tried to grow.
It rose from the ground,
Fighting to be found.
By a girl with braids in her hair,
Eyes Of Glass See Women Unchaste
In Vertebra Dreams And Unseen Flesh.
Between The Sheets Of Man And His Kin
To Great Evil Therein Begin.
Where Ends Meet In Family Lie:
A Touch Unbenevolent In Progeny: Mine.
A Betraying Heart Flutters And Sighs
A Swooning Still Of Intent’s Sweet Confide.
TOAD HIDE TOAD
Bounds And Leaps Among Labyrinth Feet
Who Pounce In Each Step Toward The Wise And The Meek
And In Tepid Waters Do Torrent New Tides
Of Heat In Disbursement Where New Fortunes Rise.
Trapped under a
Stonehenge
I crawl out from the
Ground my hands are
Bleeding,
My feet drag and
Moss begins to grow on
my shoes
And bugs crawl over my toes
Some say that all forms of darkness are like an abyss. Darkness is twisted silence filled with echoing maniac laughter, and the scent of withering flowers, about as unpleasant as the clicking of nails on tiled floors.