8.04.2008

So Nice To See You Again, How's The New Wife?

sweet scent
of you stinging
my nostrils, promises
are baked road kill, kisses are green
shiny pus filled wounds, acid coats my tongue,
memories are wet dogs begging
foaming at the mouth from
your sickening
sweet scent

(ReadWritePoem Promt #38)

4 comments:

Nathan said...

Great work, vividly intense. I like any poem that can successfully use the word "pus."

Crafty Green Poet said...

Well written, but oh yuck!

gautami tripathy said...

This is different. I say, good work.

yellowed piece of paper

twitches said...

I love it when the title of the poem is integral to understanding the piece. Very cool.