Now that my journey is done dragging hems to my grave
listening to beetles sings thousand manibles come my way
praising my profane the spoils I lay for the worms
and the toads that fickle my nose
now the moss tickles my envy for wrought of the rot
I fiddle me bones of forget-me-nots
piddling puddles for the goth to got
encased in the coffin’s lament
a hollowed altar of tombstone shining the garotte
like old rusted pennies covering guinea pig eyes
who dream tasting the old green spittoon of home
a lidless pot for gathering the spital’s shot
falling to the bottom dripping the corpuscles
a baritone aprodisac geting high over the Cliffs of Dover
as the crow cackles the gravediggers shuffle
on my way see my old friend snuffle
picking lint from the ghosts pockets
while echoing the lamb’s cracker-jack pox
exhuming my mind in the dark’s placenta
with a post hole bucket’s broken socket
in the mucus and grays down asphalt ways
the hymn hums me yumming my mint
with sticky fingers on my tongue
encased in the coffin’s lament
i love the flow of this.
Thank you Kay…my creepy slide to salvation.
very nice. The atmosphere and flow is perfect 👌
Thank you from the formaldehyde.