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meat feast
Luke Davey
12 o clock. time contorted into an animated mouth and conversed with the elements through hyroglyphs of subtlety.
The church spires rose high reaching for the heavenly abode like spring flowers to the sun,
but found only the eternal anus of in-penetrable solitude
The church walls creaked under the promise of a secret god,
and hid from the world
the catatonic gaggle
of sexually frustrated priests,
spasming in a frenzy of un-sanctioned prayer for women.
their hysteric words collected in lather of urgent lust and then appeared, dazzling, a vacuous stunner with fair and fine tits.
The dimensions of her body ineffably cast against the back-drop of human perception, arrogantly ascribing un-fathomable beauty to tantalising proprietor.
The priests, of which there were nine all got instant hard-ons and advanced upon the stunner with haste.
But the moment they reached her she dissapeared into thin air and all that remained was a large ornate chest, gleaming with promise.
Naturally it was locked, but one of the priests, brian, happened to be a clever sort and just 'opened it anyway'. Good to have a thinker on the team. Needless to say it didnt work so they collectively decided to just go home and wank each other off
As they marched solemnly to the exit, spirals of laughter echoed from the chest growing louder and louder until...
It stopped.
End.
Luke Davey has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Luke's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Luke's latest works: