The Eerie Disappearance of the William

The Eerie Disappearance of the William  

 

I

This bill has not been paid. His obesity was freakish. In the street, there were dogs tearing at the flesh of some poor woodland creature. The star-eyed news woman says that everyone has just stopped buying new underwear. May have been a glitch with the satellite.

II

All of my emails are addressed to another man who wears socks with sandals, and has a clinical addiction to pork rinds.

III

The sun has crawled into my bed room window like a noontime molester on fire. I should burn. I need the exercise.

IV

Anyway, there’s a giant spider living in my mailbox. In this type of socioeconomic fog, these sorts of complications are unforeseeable. I’m not even wearing my boxers today.   

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is odd, and I'm not talking about numbers of the form 2n+1, where n is a natural number. This is a creepy piece, despairing in its depiction of a fat man on quite possibly the last day of his life, or the last day he's seen by any member of the general population.

Yes, this poem is that awesome.

[SilentVerses]

Absolutely love it, mundane and yet at the same time playing with the ideas of sanity and reality, lovely and mockingly distracted with a humorous playing through the simple ideas. Really great, I think I'm becoming a fan

[Robin]

sometimes you wake up at the weirdest times - 20's 30's , 50's ...

[Kerry O'Connor]

V

The star-eyed woman heads home, relishing the free-fall bralessness has afforded. Satellite signals play scramble all day. A mangy dog sniffs a fallen packet of pork rinds, but his nose tells him it's not food. I sleep days away and ignore the night.