Random poem written for the hell of it. This will probably be my last post for the time being, but then again, you never know.
We begin with a black baby,
Coddled within the pit
Of our round red stomach,
Like a swollen bursting grape,
Stuck as tight as a leech that
Sucks bit by bit by bit of us.
Smothered in blankets of steel,
Its blue fingers dig lovely graves.
It wrenches open its black eyes,
To unloose needles of centipede legs-
Little tickles pricking fate,
Tiny thrusts in provocation's place.
Voices hum "hate hate hate",
White noises of the slippery world
Leaking into our minds too late.
To break away,
Bones dislodging from society's face,
Rats scuttling across shivering plates.
TO SCREAM AWAY,
BLEEDING LAVA CHURNING LAKES
OF CLOGGED EXPLOSIVE VEINS.
It's not enough to let go
When it wants a fashion show,
All pleasure for pleasure's sake,
Brimming with destructive taste.
"I love being pregnant.
Let's do it again."