The Wanderer
Kid A
Well, since everyone now wants to steal my trend of writing "uplifting" poetry, I will certainly avoid that . . . so here goes . . .
"mifepristone"
vultures swarm in blackening air
over a voluptuous pit of filth
their mirth is contagious
as the stench is cradled by the wind
the main course has devoured itself
her appetite is a furnace
his vaccuum sliced your tiny heart
and the vultures feast upon your soul
they dance around the shapeless ghosts
that corpse was your dying love
as they empty your tomb of guilt
you lick the ashes from your skirt
before the vultures spill your insides
did the salty mariner rip you open,
as he sank your vessel?
"mifepristone"
vultures swarm in blackening air
over a voluptuous pit of filth
their mirth is contagious
as the stench is cradled by the wind
the main course has devoured itself
her appetite is a furnace
his vaccuum sliced your tiny heart
and the vultures feast upon your soul
they dance around the shapeless ghosts
that corpse was your dying love
as they empty your tomb of guilt
you lick the ashes from your skirt
before the vultures spill your insides
did the salty mariner rip you open,
as he sank your vessel?