Very Bad Archive
Desert Event
Mister Clean
When I opened with a belly laugh,
Everyone stared. Crystalline frost in the air,
and rapidly searching for the Down button
To return to my true level
Glitter, seasonal flakes, sizzling pantry
All you ever needed was here,
Waiting to be found, exploited, inflamed
Mining that last vein of perfidy
As they stroll overhead crunching glass,
Agonized bubbles in their wake
Oblivious to the pleading crocuses,
Time is meted out in liquid silver
Who is carrying the torch
For the littlest foes of the rapture,
Sparks, eyes, fingertips, cunning all
Electric storm, ecclesiastic transmission
Rotting pony hanging by a rope,
Threadbare. Still water, with one sound.
A fiddler, ragged, shy, impulsive, harmonious
Cutting through the molasses night
I heard the wave, it is no help
Engulfed in aquatic tornado
Our reverie was never the path
Away from the horde
Mister Clean has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Mister's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Mister's latest works: