Welcome to my Revolution

burble burble....blah blah....exhaust fuel baboon!

I ate a pill

To unleash

My madness--

 

Stomp heads

Spit fire

Crush minds

Redefine evil

Weevil brains

Drain souls

Fold time

Blind angels

Empower demons

Scream blood

And live! Live! Live!

 

I slept for three days,

Awoke with a headache

And cried for an hour

In the bathroom.

 

Welcome to my

Revolution!

Author's Note

Don't eat the light blue ones!!!! lol!

Reviews

[W.R. Singleton]

burble burble....blah blah....exhaust fuel baboon!

Somehow I found this incredibly interesting.

The poem was a plus as well. Though the flow felt faulty as times, your word selection is impeccable. There is a certain feeling of erratic spontatenousness with your writing that often takes the reader off track for a moment but comes full circle in the end. I hate to sound cynical, because there are certainly flashes of brilliance in your poetry; but it's just something I'm not accustomed to yet. I'll certainly be reading your work more and more, so that I can better grasp your style, and will be revisiting your poems again soon.

cheers

WRS

[Greg Skura]

My chenistry teacher wrote in my year book at the end of grade 12. " To a truly intelligent Turkey always use moderation when using chemicals". Must have been good advice because i am still here! lol

[Ellen Hammond]

Some meds do effect people just like that. Your short but concise lines really work well here. They draw the reader into you Revolution or NIGHTMARE. The longer lines in the last verse signal the end of the frenzy, and bring us back to a calmer reality. Good job!