mad poet

mad poet

 

right now,

in the strange and smoky basement laboratory

of my gothic castle mind,

there are genetically compromised words

morphing into the hideous monstrous poems

who will, one day, mob me, maul me

and eat me alive.

 

(insert booming evil cackle

which sounds like thunder coughed up 

by a jagged black cloud of insanity here)

Reviews

[emona]

i like the last bit the most ^^

[ju]

"insert booming evil cackle / which sounds like thunder coughed up / by a jagged black cloud of insanity here" beats LOL hands down. Like it.

[Robin]

cool , my lights just dimmed

[Amy Bumpas]

Great lines: of my gothic castle mind, morphing into the hideous monstrous poems
who will, one day, mob me, maul me
and eat me alive.
Yes, sometimes I think my own poetry will eat me alive,
and take as many hostages as it can LOL!!!

[Ed Hart]

once upon a midnight dreary, or something like that

[.]

I locked mine away in a box and gave it to Pandora..

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

That's certainly a new take on the idea of evil plot bunnies and gremlins :-P