the plague of clouds

the plague of clouds

across the thread,
tiny it sat,
till hope resorted to ginseng,

sunk eyes drips black,
it's vision’s had,
in iris a scream’s vain.

where should be hole,
black blood stub folds,
out of the oesophagus

and of it’s toes,
to upright holds,
done nails at 10 it’s figures

in so the reap,
the wondering doctors,
sew in a bag of sperms

in 2nd edition ,
a whore audition,
the leak of milk when spun

He needed the naught,
when vile-s are caught,
accused the innocent wet tart,

whom carries the 9,
loses sleep at night,
love a cursed by heart.

In haste a hiss,
maggots filled armpit,
the lick of a pus filled wound

a try dismissed,
at mindless feet,
lust from a previous worn.

and furry white,
shed their spite,
hairs cover the tasteless rough

their efforts hide,
a blur of hide,
and also a crooked path.


© apoet 12 june 2008 1.00pm