Thursday, 20 March 2008

Nightmare Dreams

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
For the death of your dignity

Obit: Drowned in a river of blood
Brought on by a pin-prick
Then choked on pebbles from the depths of the riverbed

Lungs full of algae
Lips of Ali G

Coughed up the swapping
Of nightmares for dreams
Stop swimming upstream

Don't skim the pond for the froth
It's no broth
It's a pastime
The last time
To line and sink the fishing rod

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