Tongues in torment
brain cells starving in darkness
and necks bent in permanent subjugation to the Gods who dwell in the hills of Bellevue and are housed in finery by Lake Union.
The human body
a vessel for technology to travel by
an over designed mode of transportation for a bit of light and sound trapped in plastic.
206 bones, six liters of blood, six million years of evolution
all promised to next years model
a phone in a case bedazzled and cared for
slimmer, faster and more desirable
then we will ever be
to each other.
This was inspired by a Writing Prompt where you pick three spooky words and write a poem or story based on the words.
I chose Banshee, Corrupted and Creep.
corrupted, cursed and revolting
it’s pooling in a pond where I used to feed the ducks.
Who will cage it?
will anyone swim in it?
Who will watch it creep towards the shore?
Will anybody grab a bucket, sponge scream out in fear
more likely then not
everyone will pretend as if it’s not there.
corrupt, cursed and revolting
I wonder if the Ducks that I used to feed
wished it wasn’t there.
Today on my way to work I saw the first dead leaves of Autumn ( poor victims of Summer )
being pushed down the street by a cool blast of wind.
I’m pretty sure my smile was wolfish and slightly demonic looking
and not entirely without a dash of charm as I savored that moment.
When I get home from work
my dog is glad to see me
and I’m glad to see him.
It’s a straight forward simple interaction.
He isn’t glad to see me because
I can get him what he wants
he needs to have someone tell him how great he is
or I make him feel like a super star or wise or superior to anyone else.
I wish more people acted like dogs.
I think we would all be better off.