Wednesday, May 28, 2014

House In The Burbs - Nightmare



It Was A Dream
He'd Found Himself
Back At The House
The Big One In The Burbs

The Large Back Yard
Everything
Even The Fruit Trees
Like Yesterday

He'd Bitten Into The Rippened Plum
Only Today...
There Were Worms...

Not In The Plum
But All Over His Body

Wiggling And Climbing
Making Their Way
Toward His Heart
Toward His Face

He Picked and He Pulled
He Cursed the Memories

His Family Had lived There

Not That The Memories Were All Bad
They Were Just....

So Full Of Worms...
Eating At The Fondness Of The Memories

by Brian Ashkin




1 comment:

  1. wow awesome poem and song too! very talented poetry writer and singer!

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