Sludge

Somebody chase me with a chainsaw
Hack the fat and slaughter thought
I’m dodging butterflies
And pinning stones to the wall

Strange the way I cringe
When relieving an itch
But still anticipate
Pain without a twinge

Favor me, it’s over now
Like the sound within my head
Echoes of a hollow shell
It’s cracked, I’m dead, endow

Or don’t, survival never mattered
Any more than falling backward
Off a bed would matter
Were my guts already splattered

So chew me out and spit me in
Or swallow and digest
Following the natural course
To be your hemorrhoid paladin

My desire is askew
Emotions running laps
Blood is drying out
Memories accrue

And so I end, soliloquy,
A tribute to my head
A sentence for my brain
And swear you all to secrecy

david coyote

November 29th, 2005 at 3:58 am

Luke – this is a beaut! Wonderful word weave. I’ll not tell another soul.
Ripgirl

January 28th, 2006 at 10:50 pm

Hi, this is incredible, though i was a little freaked out by it, my friend is also called luke evans, unfortunately he died in a freak accident 2 years ago, your poem links into his death so much, without you even knowing, i just had to leave you a comment!!

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