Very Bad Archive
last of firsts
shaun hull
tic…tic…tic…
today
is your last day
tic…tic…tic…
a last of firsts
tic…tic…tic…
all is the first
ever done
on a first
last day
tic…tic…tic…
the crimson jumps
pigs in their pen
drenched in deaths sweat
acquiesce in time
a first for them too
on this
your first
last day
lonely conjugal visit
callous the hand
toothbrush
comb
shit
shower
shave
tic… tic…tic…
visit from the cosmos…
to pray…
with christ…
on a stick…
requisitioned incongruity
pomp and circumstance
and fine cuisine
new clothes
new hair…
a fashion plate
with chips and cracks
like the broken faces
through one way glass
old books missing parts
empty chapters long dead
virgin white
and read
raped…torn…battered…
your best work
tic…tic…tic
those erudite apes
behind poison ink
dipped in their pustule
spit polluted pens
that preach peace
and vomit death…
today,just for you
on your first last day,
such duality…
on the doorstep they wait
dance as fast as you can
while footsteps jangle
songs of sacrifice
and one special key
that bears your name
it’s so hard to dance
when death has the lead
a pill for your comfort
from the captain
the little blue orb
now try and relax
your bitch is near
tic...tic...tic...
pestilential whore’s
now parade your ass
to mans killing field
scrubbed clean and bright
and lemon fresh
a palmolive tomb
how thoughtful they
on this your first last day
tic…tic…tic…
TIC.........
hells kitchen awakes
infinite
god-damned
screaming
malevolent imps
fucking bloody sheets
the steel cages roar
and demons chant
a three-legged beast
dead ears unseen
it's your turn to ride…
mans death machine…
a crown to wear
tic…
tic…
tic……
bang!……….
no more…
first last days…
for you.
shaun hull has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of shaun's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of shaun's latest works: