Water Dungeon

There is a hidden Haiku deep within this psychotic piece.  If you find it, write down the answer and mail to:  E.M. Strand/ Sevgi Yolu 99/ C/ Kutahaya 43020/ TURKEY...a prize will arrive in 6-8 months.  Good luck!

 

Don’t expect too much,

it’s simply an assemblage.

Like the good doctor’s “Bicycle Ride;”

a choppy Delysid slide.

Taking Thought-Shots

 

Like that,

right there:

greasy, f****n’ knots in your hair.

Like that,

yeah there:

greazy, f*****g knots in your hair.

Like that,

like-

 

Shut the f**k up, s**t.

I had the hiccups

from when I sat up

after drinking outta my sippy cup.

Trapped air and bad luck

Don’t expect too much

 

There’s a dock

on a loch

that gets drops

of flowing stones,

like they’re ready-to-rock.

Tourists get a shock.

 

Zzzzzt!

Bzzzzt!!

Whichever

one more readily conveys the feeling of being shocked.

 

Brings tears to your eyes,

like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

Even re-runs get you sobbing.

And the sobbing, of course, involves drops.

Such as the ones mentioned earlier.

In other words: RE-RUN TEARS

Wet things we shouldn’t care about

 

It’s simply an assemblage

A phantom poem

Formulation of processed thoughts

A box of think-me-nots

Shots of Thoughts

(think + ing + the ink)

 

Barely found the Journey

Greatest Hits CD at TARGET.

Zit-faced teen got it for me

I just kept believing.

 

It’s a mess,

like the ground after my wife cuts my hair.

I swept up a giant ball.

Voodoo Jackpot

But who’d wanna control me?

Their loss either way

Hey

Still not making sense

 

Thinking:

“Why the hell did he write that?”

But then there’s a

hand

that turns a handle

of a door,

that leads down some stairs,

into a basement,

which leads to a hall,

that leads to another door,

which leads to a room,

with a chair.

which is the spot where you sit

and read this.

Which leads you to

turn off the light.

Which leads you to

lay down in bed.

Which leads you to

get up again,

because you forgot to brush your teeth.

Which leads you back to bed,

where you lay awake.

Which leads to you thinking:

“Why the hell did I read that?”

 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The descriptions are blunt and very detailed. This is a darker piece which you have written with great care.

[Ares]

I like it.