Friday, January 28, 2011

Random Thoughts. An ASA feature By Rhio9

Funeral Home

with agony and torture
accept my gratitude
with suffering and persecution
accept my thankfulness
with pain and anguish
accept my reward
with tenderness and torment
accept my admiration

curses are
more generous
more merciful
more forgiving and
more useful than blessings


in my grave
i had moist erotic dreams
in my ascension you were my escort
in life you were my companion
in sleep you crucified me

motel room

in darkness the floor and ceiling spun around me
in distress worms dug into my soul
in water i drowned from the drink of the ghetto
in fire my throat burned hot jazz

you were
the nauseating mist floating above the fog
the toilet seat the cotton and the spoon
the graveyard and crypt
the phone booth the lock and key to the car
in the hour of death's delirium

you did not forsake me and you did not desert me nor did you
abandon me at the bus station
in the hour of my return

you did not ignore the
blind dog vomiting at your feet nor did you
punish him for sleeping or
destroy him for eating or
hate him for jumping off the cliff.

This feature was edited and written by Rhio9