Freaky Checker

The other day I did but meet

a checker that would scare complete.

His hair was colored, jelled, and spiked.

His tongue was pierced. His smell was rife.

The piercings mounted flesh and blood

up his nose and ears they flood.

His eyes bloodshot did tell it all

a world of his, to which he falls

victim of his happenstance, 

his own demise, his own entrance, 

to shadow's gloom and face the morn

the freaky checker most forlorn.

My cans of food lie helplessly

within his grasp his fingers reached

my skin recoiled so near his touch

wanted to flee so very much!

Reviews

[free will]

So descriptive in such a way to feel the moment.

[Joe Heath]

Wow I am right there!
Love the way you have worded this.