ShambleA Poem by Commanda PandaI’m shedding my death like a stripper sheds clothes. The maggots I’ve met are dripping out of my nose. Parasites will have to find a new home. I chased away the dog gnawing on my bleached bones. My body is stiff and my mind is no longer sharp. My skin is cold and blood coagulates in my heart. Somehow I survived, but I’m not sure what it means. I try to fantasize, but I no longer have dreams. I’m cracking up. I take a walk to clear my head of all realities. I’ve been reborn, But is it blessing or just some new disease. I don’t care anymore… © 2013 Commanda Panda |
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Added on June 17, 2013 Last Updated on June 17, 2013 AuthorCommanda PandaDEAboutCommanda Panda is a screenwriter and owner of indie film company Commanda Panda Productions. At one time he was more of a poet and lyric writer, but now he only writes poems and lyrics from time to ti.. more..Writing
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