Gnomes On Dope

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Although I am looking down the primrose path,

I seem to be bleeding,

As there’s nothing I can do about it now

I will attempt to keep the poodles from hell at bay!

They nip at my ankles,

Their bouffant cut fur tickles my calves,

As they yap, yap, yap in their wheedling little voices,

Insinuating themselves into my dreams and nightmares,

The sound of their little tinny barks

Become distorted by the space/time continuum

As they fall down into the pit, why, why, whine…

Those poodles from hell.

H.H.    … ever

remembrance of my death

All around, the storm clouds gather.

My dread grows as doom’s scythe falls against my naked soul.

It crushes me, and darkly my

essence drips

to the thirsty earth.

In numbness I hang my head

while death approaches.

Now alone, my soul falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is my doom

heaven shunned

Slender beams of illumination enter

this darkened chamber as I kneel,

always forlorn, always sorrowful,

frozen here,

waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as

dust dances in the air,

forming an image in my mind,

penetrating my naked flesh.

Tears on a child’s face.

I raise my head, now railing against

this callous reality.

darkest betrayal

I am doomed here, weeping in darkness:

Flailing through this bitter void,

My heart so torn and bleak.

This desire so stricken,

A surreal darkness,

Forgotten;

Yet I wish for

Your lips so warm

Almost cut my hair the other day

However, some things remain sacred.

An Enigma maybe,

Contrary, well of course.

Your tombstone is prepared.

Open your eyes

It is before you

You may hide in a drug filled daze,

Or sport filled craze.

But one thing is sure.

Death will always be knocking at your door.

The tick, tock of time marches relentlessly on.

Your demise approaches with much haste from the moment of conception.

Not a moment to waste, it may be your last.

H.H.     …… ever