Consumption's dispersion...

Swallowed my flesh whole 

         sans a lace place-mat

     sucked the marrow from my bones

     feasted on heart's blood entanglements

       picked through soul's disembodiment

 dispersion in dessert's consumption

drank it down with a side of hemlock's poison

     a tidbit neatly tucked in the creases

              of gray matter's smatterings

invoking smoking gun's ammunition 

   gloating over shoot out's hair trigger

      one last morsel to savor and devour

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This is one of my favourite songs of all time first off -- now, as to the poem, it sucks to be someone's dinner, says the cat, always better to be the one on the other end. Not a hundred percent sure, but you might need an apostrophe on triggers' (trigger's?) as it seems possessive in this context.

[Frieda P]

You mean it's not Closer? I think you're right, that's the one line I reworked...thanks for the head's up my sweet editor ;)

[Lyn Anderson]

Only and Head Like a Hole as well as Pig all rank ahead of Closer. Now Closer, it's good for some very fun memories, Nuff said.

[Frieda P]

Ha....my imagination is on full tilt now....

[Matching Socks]

Oh man, I am a huge NIN fan. I met Trent super guy.
He asked me to marry him.
I had to say no, I really wanted to finish school first...
This poem totally rocks.
Frieda, come to Canada for a drink!

[Frieda P]

Is that really a true story wild woman? ;) Thanks, I'll be right there, let me get my flip flops...!

[Matching Socks]

Well, I did meet him yes, but he was more interested in my shadow. :)