01-27-2013, 11:55 PM
Another old poem...
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I saw the Devil,
And in his God-scented wisdom
He appeared to me as she I loved
But never met.
Idealistic child was I.
And she, being he,
Presented her throat to me,
Surrounded by the flames of her Hell-fire hair,
To cut passionately and venereally away with my tongue.
‘Well, I am sorry,’ I said ‘I’ve a new love,
And while she may not be aware of it yet,
At least we have made good company.’
.....And then I stood and stared in partial disbelief.
..........Her eyes were green with envy,
..........Her hair still aflame,
..........Once with passion, now with rage.
..........She pierced her fingernails into her thighs.
‘Look what you’ve done to me!’ she shouted.
A track of blood followed each nail
As her hands, bent into such evil, unnatural shapes,
Climbed upward, upward and sliding with them
.....Her tight, so tight flowery dress.
What was once so short was now nonexistent,
Her entire lower body, her toes to her ribcage now exposed.
.....I gazed furiously into the fiery gate
.....Where stood a little man with a pen and a contract in his hand.
‘Your reservation is set, now just sign here on
.....the dotted line.’
My pulse grew numb. Life was not aware of me.
And in a primal second, where Christ and his Father
Receive letters to the North Pole,
I saw the Devil.
And my head exploded
Into a parade of possibilities.
I rushed to him, still in the form of my former flame,
And taking her into my arms,
I slammed my tongue deeply and tightly
Into the nether regions of her esophagus,
Letting my heart and soul drip
Slowly into her fuming, festering bowels.
Soon my entire life force
Had crowded the hardened caverns of her intestines
In the seedy warmth of vomit.
And my body stood erect in endless embrace.
As vile, impostor Satan’s stomach
Bubbled and pulsated
With the fierceness of my mad, dead love,
My robotic body had its way
With the hollow shell of a temptress.
For hours she squirmed and sweated and slobbered,
Her eyes bulging out of her skull.
She couldn’t muster a scream.
With no heart, no soul,
No compassion, my sadistic, libidinous body
Pounded away at this foul trickster’s deceit.
‘Look at him,’ said the Devil,
Looking up into the sky,
‘Raw humanity has no grace,
Absolutely no will without
Your holy hocus pocus.
It turns my stomach.’
He then regurgitated my spirit into the air
And sent my worn out body home to bed,
For a deep and debilitating sleep.
[youtube]KihG6yBw53g[/youtube]
I saw the Devil,
And in his God-scented wisdom
He appeared to me as she I loved
But never met.
Idealistic child was I.
And she, being he,
Presented her throat to me,
Surrounded by the flames of her Hell-fire hair,
To cut passionately and venereally away with my tongue.
‘Well, I am sorry,’ I said ‘I’ve a new love,
And while she may not be aware of it yet,
At least we have made good company.’
.....And then I stood and stared in partial disbelief.
..........Her eyes were green with envy,
..........Her hair still aflame,
..........Once with passion, now with rage.
..........She pierced her fingernails into her thighs.
‘Look what you’ve done to me!’ she shouted.
A track of blood followed each nail
As her hands, bent into such evil, unnatural shapes,
Climbed upward, upward and sliding with them
.....Her tight, so tight flowery dress.
What was once so short was now nonexistent,
Her entire lower body, her toes to her ribcage now exposed.
.....I gazed furiously into the fiery gate
.....Where stood a little man with a pen and a contract in his hand.
‘Your reservation is set, now just sign here on
.....the dotted line.’
My pulse grew numb. Life was not aware of me.
And in a primal second, where Christ and his Father
Receive letters to the North Pole,
I saw the Devil.
And my head exploded
Into a parade of possibilities.
I rushed to him, still in the form of my former flame,
And taking her into my arms,
I slammed my tongue deeply and tightly
Into the nether regions of her esophagus,
Letting my heart and soul drip
Slowly into her fuming, festering bowels.
Soon my entire life force
Had crowded the hardened caverns of her intestines
In the seedy warmth of vomit.
And my body stood erect in endless embrace.
As vile, impostor Satan’s stomach
Bubbled and pulsated
With the fierceness of my mad, dead love,
My robotic body had its way
With the hollow shell of a temptress.
For hours she squirmed and sweated and slobbered,
Her eyes bulging out of her skull.
She couldn’t muster a scream.
With no heart, no soul,
No compassion, my sadistic, libidinous body
Pounded away at this foul trickster’s deceit.
‘Look at him,’ said the Devil,
Looking up into the sky,
‘Raw humanity has no grace,
Absolutely no will without
Your holy hocus pocus.
It turns my stomach.’
He then regurgitated my spirit into the air
And sent my worn out body home to bed,
For a deep and debilitating sleep.
