Saturday, 21 September 2013

Vegetating (A Poem)


Vegetating

A pair of too high to fuck lovers 
Caught in the review mirror 
Star crossed and mind warped 
To the visual sensation of imagination 

Immobilized by societies expectations
Vegetating, basement infused existence
spider in the corner seemingly dazed   
Room illuminated by neon television glow 

"go fuck yourself" resonates within paper walls
Slamming doors, carbon escaping click snap
resounding feet ring poignantly to muttering 
"Asshole" screamed to deaf ears just below

A pair of too high to fuck lovers 
Caught in the review mirror 
Star crossed and mind warped 
To the visual sensation of imagination 

Flashing images invoking minimal response 
Sound receiving no attention of the mind 
Eyes filmed over, absent of emotional regret
"Fuck boy, get off that fucking couch, you shit!" 

A pair of too high to fuck lovers 
Caught in the review mirror 
Star crossed and mind warped 
To the visual sensation of imagination 

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