These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

regurgitate

regurgitate,
chew your cud with discontent,
and taste the bile in your mouth

it's warm sentiments and cheer,
applause and jeers,
and a slight edge of sarcasm

smack your lips,
it does taste good, after all,
for it's babies' hearts
and kitty tails

two-headed snake,
tjhe bite was deep,
but which head struck,
the good or the bad?

time told,
two things occurred.

up forth came,
ina soupy mess,
a spew of all your
wretchedness,
on clean shoes did it all fall,
ah, ow to clean them off!

and, too,
from behind, still, more came,
filled your diaper to hilt,
YUCK!
oh that smell,
it penetrates,
a steaming mess,
now shame yourself.

yet, no apologies are gained,
you can't speak,
but mumble nothings,
unexplained fantasties
and make-believe ideals.

so arrry on that dragging diaper
and regurgitate.

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