Uninvited PartyguestInternally sucked like a fishhound i wait by the shoulders of impeccable suits, with their corporate boulders and foun-tain pennnnns.... Gah such a ghastly stench smell it can't you? the dreadful scent of hypocracy as the drains of lawyers shredded notes pick london as a sewage bank. But in their golden showers and foot baked, soda wars by partial vending machines, i groan at the luver liver lava kidney stones that give a very slight itch that tries to irritae then goes away but that's only a game i like to play higher stakes at the local hospisssess with gambling humanoids who do they try to kid the world with eternal organisms? Ignored and shunned i pick my halloween cloak from toys r us and leave the building with another cancer victim oh there goes another: the family subdue. I'm like the uninvited guest who nobody expects to care. ------------------------------------------ http://www.allpoetry.com/poets/lozipot86 http://www.freewebs.com/lozipot86
I really like this poem. I've only recently become interested in poetry so don't feel that I am qualified to comment, but I know what I like. You say that it is a personification of death, to me it reads life? Perhaps because I've always considered life to be the understanding of death. Maybe I'm off track. Sorry, thinking out loud. Oh, and the last line, wonderful!
Great job, yes death or sleepwalking... your images flow like a river your words sweep like a paintbrush across the page, casting shadows to emphasize light.
*snickers* - I know what you meant. I was just playing with your words. A playful, literary smack on the ass, you know?
