Imprisoned in a ruin body…
what better punishment
every lust, every greed, every excess
are now pulsating in a puss bump
calcium is leaving the bones
grinning as dust is left behind
after an imploding building
My small Apocalypse
private but painful as hell
matching the Big Bang
maybe a little less noisier
as I chew up my lips not screaming
the agony out
what should I do when the teeth will start falling
how would I keep the symphony in the frame?
If Guillermo del Toro ever got round to writing poetry ,he would write it like this.
Thank you so, so much, Louis Kasatkin!!! Maybe if I will direct movies I will use his style… 🙂