Nay-toothed

Nay-toothed

A Poem by Onoma

Rust downed like bayed menstrual blood--
booming steel walls...a rattling sanitation
truck.
Housewarming...the 'rough beast' in
fetal orbit...nay-toothed in squalor.
Whose gummy roar shall presage the
audacity of all places, that call forth
houses.


Konstantinos Mark

© 2013 Onoma


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reading these words is like reading the proof that "evil" exists... i'm not sure if i've interpreted this piece correctly... but i'm sure the images are very powerful... brilliantly written...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on October 9, 2012
Last Updated on November 28, 2013