Very Bad Poetry

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Poem 508

Very Bad Archive

Serial Killer Haiku

Jack Lurhstaap

Gleaming white arches
Spin around the spinal cord
Horseshoe, played with bones.

Blood on my good shirt
I just had this damn thing cleaned
People are so rude.

Curving silver edge
Rise above the horizon
Full moon or knife blade?

Warming up the grill
Seeded buns, home-made chuck
Long pork for dinner!

God carves the earth
Canyon river running red
Metaphor in flesh.

Sleek steel crimson-graced
Opens a window into you
Pericardium!

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

Serial Killer Haiku

Submitted Jan 3rd, 10:01

Spin Cycle

Submitted Jan 3rd, 09:45

Ugly

Submitted Jan 3rd, 09:37