The Saucerer (sic)

November 3, 2009
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All aboard!
His flight of fancy...
A tantalising trek:
Towering mountains
of taste and texture;
That unique breeze,
intoxicating the most frigid nose
And finally -
The vast dessert plains.
Encompassed in crockery.

Cartilage bonds snap.
That writhing lump
in your anxious throat
clambers, with your heart,
into your cavernous mouth.
The clink of cutlery.
A chequered flag falls.
Tongues dance,
Teeth tear.
Silence devours the diners.

The flag falls again,
The bloated silence bursts,
The apothecary is barren once more.
The Saucerer emerges,
squeezing through
the thick crowd of smoke.
Pots, pans, herbs and spices -
wounded, depleted. Yet loyal.
Stand dutifully to attention
As he admires the debris.

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burnt-toast said...
May 31, 2010 at 11:59 am
ohh wow, I really really loved that. Incidentally, I couldn't help noticing you're a fun lovin' criminals fan... now are they a seriously underrated band or what?!
OscarDonovan replied...
Jun. 1, 2010 at 7:32 am

thank you very very much :)


FLC are definitely underrated, here in the UK hardly anyone has heard of em!

emjay1216 said...
Dec. 1, 2009 at 10:41 am
this is really good. i rite poems too. mine are mostly dark, my mom calls them emo but...they dont let me post them here.
emjay1216 said...
Dec. 1, 2009 at 10:39 am
this is really good. i rite poems too. most of em r dark, but they dont let me post them here.
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