Going On With Things
August 10th, 2005 by YellowdoorzGoing On With Things After Meeting the Person Who Spoke the Poetry that I Understood Every Word of As If It Belonged to Me…
I don’t mind being in the wrong thread; this is all invisible
you know!
I am turning into a
wolf.
So
sweet. Vengeance. I will tear his flesh
and I will not feel a thing.
Note to self: is he a zombie or is he dead?
Excuse me, just something I was writing.
The person above me
is in this forum. Shocked smiley.
I am staring at a cartoon bunny spinning in circles
and the same-looking bunny plunging a toilet.
The person below me will write something.
ME
That could mean many things.
It’s very sexual, I think.
It reminds me of lemons in gravy.
I had that once.
Lemons.
Lovely!
Do I have to spell it out?
Words, love, are not for the timid.
I thought…
…it was…
M - A - R- T - Y E —
…beef gravy.©2005 D’Zee