to my dearest hankLike an icy sentinel up to my kneesDespite your futility, you bring me glee.Unable to defend, come dog or squirrelYour imminent demise will see no deferral.As the sun lurks around the bend,Good things like you must meet an end.So just you remember that, my sweetAs I scrape your soggy remnants off my feet.
i'd rather notWaking up to shards of light piercingthrough the shades. Beams pound on his eyelidsand left temple. Engines revving, children shrieking,the world palpitates with warmth and life.and he is cold.Eyes skimming the floor, he sees denimlike icy stone. Yellowing, near crotchless with wear,He cannot rip himself from bed to dress.Shins poke out from sheetsslung horizontally across his corpse-like body.With frigid legs, he tosses the blanket around,like a pizza man tossing his dough.Tucking his cadaver feet under the covers,he sinks into the nebulous world of dreamsand nightmares. Once again, fading into soundsof slumber and not to be heard untilthe interrogating disc recedes back into the horizon.
chicken boneserase the abhorrent greasiness around his mouthpuckering after wrecking those chicken boneslike a Coptic barbarian.crunch, crunch, crunch!He induces my up-chuck reflexas he surges through flesh,tearing at torrent speeds.The stench that is emitted from his rotting teethis cryptic to the senses.Kaput! There goes my libido as his ceaslessblabber bores- no. -torments me to tears.Always greedy to flatter himself,once the kinetics of his mouth gets goingthey'll never stop.