The incredulous puzzling phantasm
masquerading as a petulant sight
within the fogs of mistaken chasm.
Insensitivity aside, it still didn’t care
for the wraiths or wrath that followed.
The bellowing smoke choking fumes
and those other trumped up scumbags
filtering thought through sewage eyes.
Screaming silent dangle ample laughs
and beckon call to savage phantom grasp.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 575
The Evil Apparitions Talk Slyly
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