Regina Phalange
Member
So I wrote this poem a while back, and I kind of want to share it with someone. So here goes...
the smell of rotten oranges
and fresh onions
fills the vacant
lottery, where purified
zombies find repose among
the clink-clink-clink
numbers of three
frozen bushbabies in
the gumball machine of deserts
and desserts
read road signs in the fall
stop yield giveway
autumn is gone
ghostly spectres hallow'een
wearing obvious disguises
human faces
go out to buy
water balloons
hollow dishes echo in the backyard tree
jawbreakers are jawing breaks
wisdom teeth cracking, 'causing mouth fulls
thoughts that keep me
awake at night.
What do you guys think? ^^;
the smell of rotten oranges
and fresh onions
fills the vacant
lottery, where purified
zombies find repose among
the clink-clink-clink
numbers of three
frozen bushbabies in
the gumball machine of deserts
and desserts
read road signs in the fall
stop yield giveway
autumn is gone
ghostly spectres hallow'een
wearing obvious disguises
human faces
go out to buy
water balloons
hollow dishes echo in the backyard tree
jawbreakers are jawing breaks
wisdom teeth cracking, 'causing mouth fulls
thoughts that keep me
awake at night.
What do you guys think? ^^;