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| Dark Poetry #5 |
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The Bathtub |
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Newpoet Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 72 |
A mountain belly protrudes from the soapy water. The bath turns brown from unwelcome filth. This gargantuan giant lies in warmth of a white tub. Half conscious, grasping an empty bottle of whiskey The yellowish rigid toenails of five furry digits stick from the seedy domain, into the blue air. Jazz pours sadness into a rough oaf From a busted brown clock radio One eyelid is crusted shut Matted long-hair tangles Sweat beads drips from his forehead Plump fingers curl and crack Waves of apathy stab repeatedly Delusions of liquor sharpen Natural wit dulls into an abyss Green bile dribbles onto the chin Rotten milk, a pungent aroma The dismal electronic waves crash at his psyche He slips into a somber coma, gulping dirty liquid. |
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Mysteria 
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Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
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