Caged

[Silver WInd]

Caged

 

Eyes wide shut

stare vacant

into the skull brain.

 

Dripping steady

rythmatic beat

against the wide-split

grin.

 

A broken clock

only twice right

in the dusty den.

 

Pipes squeak

like rattled bones

something knocked loose.

 

All teeth turned

to tallow with a taste

for whiskey and gin.

 

In the darkness

grime yellow light

flickers in electric hum.

 

Unknown fluids

etch their way

to slit open drains

ready to suck it away.

 

A hungry slurp

razor-edged tongue

some unknown monstrous

thing.

 

This is the sum

of bad dreams

and reality

twisted into one.

[Da_Yog]

Another surreal one eh? I'll have to look it over this weekend. That being said I do believe you meant "rhythmic" instead of "rhythmatic" in the second stanza, no?

[Silver WInd]

Hehe yes, just been in that kind of mood I suppose.

 

Acutally I used rythmatic on purpose, I sometimes invent my own words for my poems if I am not completely happy with the already exsisting words.

Edited December 8, 2007 by Silver Wind