I've been rummaging again in the trunk I've been chucking stuff into since I left school, and I came across this piece of nonsense. I cannot remember where or why I wrote this and can only think I was inebriated. What the hell was I thinking about?
The wide mouthed speaker
swallowed my soul
as the light spoke to the wall
casting shadows on a chair
that spoke in raindrops,
and wept for the mythical king
who lost a throat and his farting
on a wager of lights.
The flippant rubber
rang softly across the lounge prairie
and the hallowed
womb of the room
was stillborn,
death had erupted
from the gawping TV
and my tongue
held breath on my mind.
The cat curled to death,
the budgie sang to pieces
and the world of the womb room
died!
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