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Barnacles Cling to My Femurs for You, Uncle.

Suzie Homewrecker

Dragon eyes, raccoon thighs, you wept in my arms.
Your man legs with their sea of gnarls.
How I'd love to swim.
The currents forming frothy love around your beard.
Great maniacal winds!
They thrash!
They gash!
They slash my dress of coagulating urchins.
The salt burns my eyes, my ears, my glands.
Lift up your pituitary, and watch me grow humble by your dusky, musky, dawn's light.
Growing.
Growing.
Gone.

Suzie Homewrecker has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Suzie's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Suzie's latest works:

Barnacles Cling to My Femurs for You, Uncle.

Submitted Dec 10th 2008, 11:39

Barnacles Cling to My Femurs for You, Uncle.

Submitted Dec 10th 2008, 11:36

Today You Died Yesterday.

Submitted Dec 10th 2008, 11:27