Thursday, February 5, 2009

Life Obsessions and a Vile Exception (revisited)

Your body is nothing short
Of a bloodless cadaver
Tarnished from the blackened lungs
Of a serpent's twisted tongue.

Ankles meet your hands and knees,
Bound together and diseased
By prying fiends, perverted probes
Who clothed you in a leafless robe.

Barter off your pallid skin.
Let the mongers lure you in.
Sell it off, you filthy whore.
Surely you were never pure.

- Alexander McCurdy

to be continued...


Anonymous said...

did i misread what you said that was about?

dark dark dark

~hailing hails

ALC said...


the last one is my favorite. whore.

ALC said...

Thats so clever! Sir! I appreciate your literary Jenius.