Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Spoiler men hide
in my inner gravy.
Spittllin out little
spurts of poison,
seepin deep lumps
of throat
into my pleasures.

This tiresome hex,
pisses me off.
So I close my eyes,
squeeze it outasite
like an ant,
running frantic on the counter,
round my sugarbowl.

Like a pimple bulging,
rank with
infected pus,
I projectile style it,
into toilet bowl,
one small pellet splash
for my kind.

I always feel better,
after doing these
retaliatory things
to my wiring,
in the privacy of my
own estranged mind,
where no one sees.

After all,
no one else does this.
I might be convicted
of crimes if someone saw me.
I mean right now,
i'm pickin my nose,
but you'd never know it.

spoiler men hide in my gravy too.
they should get some semblance of a life.
ah the contours.

thanks for the peom.
and keep them coming please

really loved ,

"in the privacy of my
own estranged mind"

the poem is a colorful romp through the madness of living with eyes
open, heart without armor so the good stuff can come in, but knowing full well the riffraff will sneak in too...and finally the purging....

well done hester

So I close my eyes,
squeeze it outasite
like an ant,
running frantic on the counter,
round my sugarbowl.