The Swampman

The Swampman

A Poem by wyrd

The swampman
the door opened
with the soft wet shlup
of two lips kissing
His room was a bayou
hot and moist
as a dogs meat fouled breath
my boots sank
into green shag carpet
the slime of it clings
I found him
I found him
crouched
in the far corner
around him
wallpaper snailed it's way
down moldy walls
He had turned the heat on
and kept it on
I was cold
I was so cold 

© 2012 wyrd


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Not too sure why, but for some reason I kept thinking of a jerry reed song while reading this.

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pittsfield , MA



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