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Poem 1194

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Today You Died Yesterday.

Suzie Homewrecker

The night was dark;
My face was black.
Black as the tar from your shoe.
The shoe that your father gave you,
The shoe that embodied your flesh.
Your bones in the mud.
Your steer chewing cud.
And with the transporter of the gnomes, I roamed into the sun.
To find, to find.
To find that you had died a long time ago.

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