Flying In Gutters

Flying In Gutters

A Poem by Breeza

 

 
Lying here in sloth like laziness,
20 days go by
without a shower- and-
I feel my teeth rotting out of my face.
One by one they fall as I sit
I shrug staring into cooking shows.
The product of a chemical induced
nothingness.
 
Gone are the pretty face and pretty smells
pieces of flesh fall,
keeping my cat alive
she licks her lips in wait.
Use your last wish
a voice whispers,
instead I close my eyes
and plug my ears;
preferring to fade
taking the easy way out.
I can see the rainbow! I cry
but your ears, to the gutter
fill with water
vomit choked
oesophagus
and the needle,
clutched tightly
in palm.
Even in death
you still can’t let go.
 

© 2011 Breeza


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Wow. Deeply disturbing and wonderfully visual. A litany of a lethargic legacy. Well done.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Yeah...what Penrose said!
It was like someone trying to escape a rotating cog, and finding it utterly hopeless.
Thoroughly enjoying.
Freakin loved this "Gone are the pretty face and pretty smells". Great

Posted 15 Years Ago


I enjoyed the solemn feeling in this piece; the flowing rhythm, the contemplative arrangment of words, the nicely tied off ending. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Breeza
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