I let your mother spit venom that night

by Timothy   Feb 3, 2012


Cradled, muted, ominous light
I let your mother spit venom that night.
Cold brass on silver - to cast it out
Would sing spitfires and nervous trout.
Blindfolded, spun on naked shame
Unable to seek-out their home again,
feeble weed and deck-be-shaven
unimaginable fate, unimaginable venom.
Torture, gas, liquid hatred
was wound in patterned iron caves.
Beautiful defeat, their fleshless eyes are
bleeding from the outside-in.
Spit venom if you may and lead the way
To three-past seventy nine milkmaids,
To reach her croaking stable.
And call me Sister Charley,
For I have a moral job to do.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    Officially, you're my favorite male poet here because you got skills man!
    you got skills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    What an interesting title that I had to read the poem!!!

    I love the rhyming and flow. Very dark

    Awesome!

  • 12 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Timothy-

    Your creative style and deep, descriptive way of expressing is just awesome... this piece is brilliant and intense, well done~

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