Thursday, September 13, 2007

Obituary to a Dead Poem Hunter

imprisoned in a gitmo
of my tombstone ,
mummy like
film negative
that has me
clothbound
on a mound ..
raised
on a pedestal
a few feet
above the ground
a few lit unlit candles
the breeze of her
silence and no sound
the waves lashing
my burial ground
as they come
revengefully
a part of me
in their sorrow drowned
my buried face down..
my ass multicolored
kissed blue and brown..
she stepping in her red gown
a tribute to a dead poem hunter
sentiments showered on the rebound
her assertive silence now ultrasound
dubiously drastically so profound
little weeds pushing their way
out of my ass
abound craning their necks
kissing her feet above ground
raising his leg ablutions of a holy
water her pet blood hound
my grave funereal deathly pall like
music surround..
born of a paperback
pornographic novel
my phallus
now finally in death hard bound
rest in peace cybernetic space
my resting place my final
playground

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