Wednesday, August 8, 2007
As Original as Sin, Baby!
Hourglass of a Widow Scorned
The threads were dark and worn thin,
the black silky night vision underwear
for herdangling in front of my face
limp like a very small, very dead animal
and I know it even by smell
and somewhere the reaper smiles.
I am making his job easier.
Angry serpents and her sick smile
reflect in the dagger at my throat.
I'm sure it all looks divine,
with the light flaring in her eyes like
stardeath blossoming in the black.
Everything she is
or everything I thought she was
or will be
is telling me its just not my day.
She won't let me play god with her
she wants me to lay my cards down
and tally up the score.
The only way out
is straight up--
But the deus ex machina
is out of order
at the Win-Dixie market.
So I told her where
the little lacy black silk spun
spiderqueen sex-goddess corset
six sizes too small for her
I left out the Victoria Secret part
She didn't want to hear it,
not now or then or later...
Then i realized she wasn't smiling--
Her dagger smiled
Her jaw was set, a trap for the kill.
Fire from her eyes melted my face
and gallows of guilt were built in a day--
This night~right now as i write,
I'm dead and buried and forgotten.
Crashy, a thousand thank yous for your kind and generous ways, friend. You deserve all the love that you get from your fans at your blog and more
I will share the love, just as you have asked. Three will be named for this award, and I will pick three for the Rockin Guy Blogger, as well. Untill then, see you later!
Again, my thanks, Crashy.
This is my South Park self. I created it at South Park Studios, with the help of an easy to use creation engine that allows you to mix and match any element from the cartoon series and even the movie. Now we can all be cool like Crashdummie, Princess Pointfull, and Miller580.
Don't forget to thank Crashy for the link.
Peace out, everybody.