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The Tear
Slim Walter DeTurtlevain
The cavity of my eye socket
The smooth of my cheek
The curve of my chin
Are dry
Dryer still
Than the towel of a boy who never showers
Dryer still than a child beneath an umbrella
Dryer even than one of those sponges
That expands only upon immersion in water.
Moisture here is as foreign
As a French transvestite botanist
In Pittsburgh
Until
With a heaving like the sea
As it heaves great waves ashore
The lower lid twitches
Like a dying monkey
And calls forth from its trembling recesses
A beauteous transparent globe
Which, in less than an instant
Cleans that filthy boy
Sweeps that child away, leaving the umbrella far behind
Fills that sponge past its saturation point
And rolls
Like a soggy bowling ball of doom
O’er the cavity, the smooth, the curve
To suspend itself midair
Like a demented skydiver
Whose last dying breath
As the ground fast approaches
Is a never-ending sob
Slim Walter DeTurtlevain has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Slim Walter's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Slim Walter's latest works: