There are few things that say go
away
as clearly as a thick door,
barred,
and pasted with a poster that's
tarred
in blood-red red, which says go
away.
15.4.08
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There are few things that say go
away
as clearly as a thick door,
barred,
and pasted with a poster that's
tarred
in blood-red red, which says go
away.
Labels:
Imagined verse
5 comments:
Except, perhaps, for a door left ajar
With a pool of gore
Spreading under the door
and the smell of rotting flesh
and bloody hand prints (fresh)
and a note in clumsy writing
under a mounted skull inviting
you to "Come in, Come in, whoever you are"
ah, aye.
I was expecting some comebacks. Although I was expecting unkel-ji to pop up first.
Come to think of it, that follows well from the first. Would others like to add subsequent lines? Then once everyone is done I could collate and put up as one piece - with citations as necessary.
One stanza/para per blogger only.
ha ha. this one's funny.
this could actually be one of Jack Handey's "Deep Thoughts".
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