Dead Man's Party
February 3rd 2010 01:20
I sat at a dead man's tea party,
blunt blade in my heart,
the stumps arranged,
about the cold fire,
the billy poured,
by ghostly fingers.
I sat at a dead man's tea party,
heavy thoughts upon my brow,
I fingered my blunt blade,
feeling it move within,
though I felt pain,
I felt no fear,
I was merely as empty,
as my dead friends.
I sat at the dead man's tea party,
revelry and singing,
gone quiet on our lips,
all joy and life,
sucked from our gray forms,
I sat at a dead man's tea party,
fingering the blunt blade,
I sat at the dead man's tea party,
no more than dead myself.
blunt blade in my heart,
the stumps arranged,
about the cold fire,
the billy poured,
by ghostly fingers.
I sat at a dead man's tea party,
heavy thoughts upon my brow,
I fingered my blunt blade,
feeling it move within,
though I felt pain,
I felt no fear,
I was merely as empty,
as my dead friends.
I sat at the dead man's tea party,
revelry and singing,
gone quiet on our lips,
all joy and life,
sucked from our gray forms,
I sat at a dead man's tea party,
fingering the blunt blade,
I sat at the dead man's tea party,
no more than dead myself.
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Comment by Tracy
Movies and Life
I never know how to express that I really like a poem without sounding a bit trite. But I really liked this one...
Tracy
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Been a while! Hows the bub? Have you had it yet?
This was inspired by this place on the property at the bottom of the gully - there are stumps arranged in a little circle, its been like that since we moved in and no one knows why they are arranged n a little circle, as if its around a billy fire.....Its a bit creepy there. I was going to take some pics but its such an effort to get them on to the computer. I was sitting there at the little party the other day thinking some heavy thoughts.