THE STENCH MAKES ONE QUESTION THE HOLE
CHALK DUST FROM THE GHOST COUGH
THE ODD ONES ARE STUDYING BLANK LUNGS
WHAT THEY WANT WILL BE DONE
A NAVIGATOR WITH A HEALTHY BALL SAC
HE WILL BE THE BIG PROUD TUBE DADDY
HYPNOTIZED WOMEN WITH FETUSES
TINY LITTLE EMBRYOS CURLED UP
COLORFULLY ATTACHED TO THEIR TUMMIES
ORGANIC CORDS BLUE ASLEEP HUMMING
A STRANGE JELLY KEEPS THEM MOIST
THE STENCH MAKES ONE QUESTION THE HOLE
Posted on October 28, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged creative writing, JUNG, POEM, POEMS, POETRY, psychic poetry, SURREAL POETRY, SURREALISM, WRITING. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
wow
Holy fuck. Where does one even start on this one? Balls sacs, fetuses and strange jelly… I feel a movie but I can’t see it in my head. And if I do, I should likely talk to someone immediately. Well done. Epic bizarre mad.