Friday, May 28, 2010

The String Vest Monster


The String Vest Monster

So silence grows
Out from the fingertips
Of fading sounds
As we reach out to touch
The glowing underpants
Of the String Vest Monster.

We too have worn
The nylon shirts of Desperation.

We too have faced the terror
Of elasticated fitted-sheets
That attack without warning
In the deep cold watches of the night.

We too have caught our foreskins
In the Zip of Destiny.

Post a Comment