Wombstone

Clean, a scoured surface, dinner ready

Eat off it, do it.

Broken down dispersed un-united

Sterile.

Eat of the flesh off the w***e

Eat the World!

United for one last pillage

An ecstasy

Death maybe murder... we shall see.

Take a rest my friend,

It's been long enough.

Die the greatest,

One, the unknowing pleasure.

Thought less the thinking

Life less the living

Desired

Like a virgin

Like the whisper

You left behind

............all quiet

In the abstract mon cher.

Author's Note

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

I have to admit, I'm having a bit of a hard time deciphering this poem (but that's not saying much, as I am most definitely NOT the sharpest tool in the box lol), but I did enjoy reading it. Great work. Sorry I can't give much more feedback right now.

[Davidgeo]

I do drugs. A lot of drugs. So, whatever... Dr Tool Box.

[Ana B.]

I liked reading this, the music accompaniment is perfect. Seems like the author is on the edge, only which side? Really well done.

[Davidgeo]

Thanks for the kind words doll face...

[Ana B.]

doll face....lol