When I am Drunk I Write Weird Poems

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Hello.

I

Am nice to meet you.

Yes.

Turn around,

I’ll rip your skull open,

And mayhaps ill step a little inside.

It’ll be fun!!!!!

Won’t it?

I think so!

I’ll snuggle up,

Beside your brain

And take a peak

Into your maze.

It’s fleshy

It’s pink.

It’s salty,

It’s tasty,

I enjoy licking it.

I feel closer to you.

May I comment,

Your skull is rather smooth.

Quite comforting,

Its oh so tough demeanour.

Demeanour?

Substance?

Nah,

Demeanour,

It is just a bit of a tough guy,

(but I know deep down he can be crushed).

So, “hello” I say!

Hello!

I feel so close

When snuggling,

When mutilating,

Your silly little skull. -sothig

A Wall of Waste

Wastrels and taste wall,

Pungent gustation

Erecting itself up towards silky sick heavens

Of an infected, degrading sort.

Quivering in a swollen trauma

A shrivelled limb twitches from the wall.

Another.

Twitching.

The wall is alive.

Eyes blink,

Tongues drip,

Flesh leaks,

And guts wrench.

Man lies as the brick,

The mortar,

Of a flesh-filled wall.

Like that indomitable bulwark

Of omnipotent authority,

It casts its rotting carcass over you

In its decaying shade.

You can hear it….

The scraping of decay,

In a hoarse whisper,

Unwholesome,

Ageless and ageing,

Dying and growing,

You hear this wretched grating in your head

As that corpse scent lulls you closer,

Unwittingly,

To a wall of rot.

Musty-

With a numerous scent of desperate distress,

Powerful-

With the putridness of a sickly smelling corpse,

Liquifying

As digestive fluid,

From maggots and gut

That corrode the very flesh.

Unending.

Memories of the aged dying,

Of an ant-riddled squirrel,

Of a pallid, greening infection

And of gut-felt illness

Are uncontrollably thrust upon the senses of the mind

As the senses of the body

Are assaulted by noxious scent.

You begin to wonder…

To touch it….

That slimy, putrescent cesspool

Of trauma, disease and filth,

Your fingertips submerge themselves in scum and blood. -sothig

The Rot-Father

The father; rot,

Loves us all.

He keeps us safe,

From the liar; hope.

The father; rot,

Spreads his gifts,

To one and all.

To allow all to rejoice

In our father’s jolly sight.

The father; rot,

Brings ever-abundant growth

Ever-abundant life,

From others, and our, decaying growth;

To allow new children to live.

To allow all love to continue.

The father; rot,

Seeks no harm to you;

He seeks but acceptance,

Contentment,

So you, and all, may find themselves in joy. -sothig

The Rot-Father

The father; rot,

Loves us all.

He keeps us safe,

From the liar; hope.

The father; rot,

Spreads his gifts,

To one and all.

To allow all to rejoice

In our father’s jolly sight.

The father; rot,

Brings ever-abundant growth

Ever-abundant life,

From others, and our, decaying growth;

To allow new children to live.

To allow all love to continue.

The father; rot,

Seeks no harm to you;

He seeks but acceptance,

Contentment,

So you, and all, may find themselves in joy. -sothig

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