Exquisite Corpse
The hooded sleeper reaps severe forests
Dry deserts, storming tall dunes
Hellish soul flashed thunderous guns
Dirty chalkboard covered in smutty jokes
Broken glass shatters, helplessly. Pumpkins.
Bloated seaweed stabs ephemeral starfish
Yay! Glad to see that you are on the blog. Thank you for posting this. I like it. Although it was meant to be dark, it does capture that morbid beauty of death destruction, and sense of wonder about death.
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DeleteWell, I can't take all of the credit myself, as it was a group poem. Nonetheless, I am glad you enjoyed it. :)
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