this demonic sound crawled from the poets brain <br />out of his deaf left ear and onto the floor <br />where through a bizarre meiosis it produced <br />what could only be rhetorically understated <br />as the latest release of greatest hits <br />by a spiritual artist or group....... <br />reaching for the wireless volume control...... <br />he tried to silence what had by now <br />set the mad dogs outside his door to growling <br />as the smell of blood and red meat <br />permeated the room of bottled spirits half emptied <br />in his unquenchable thirst for acceptance by his peers <br />all of whom were busy writing their first book of prose <br />as translated and provided to them by his ex-muse Beatrice <br />who herself had severed all existing ties with him a year prior <br />to his eventual excommunication and exorcism <br />by the bias and liberal seventh circuit court of appeals <br />she eventually sued him for every word he had ever written <br />whereby he exiled her from all of his many poems..... <br />it was because of his inattention to the detailed writings of Homer <br />she had become enraged...... <br />while he would weep for all the suffering souls in hell <br />he would then rip her to shreds over a lack of originality...... <br />hence his sins were an obstruction to truth and light <br />and would produce only the dark sounds of demonic possession <br />as recorded for posterity by an allegorically demented individual <br />with suicidal tendencies towards killing his twin <br /> <br />the poet must eventually digress......back into the womb <br />where all poetry is born in a life after death............ <br /> <br />2007 © Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/church-pews-are-hard-so-you-will-get-on-your-knees-and-pray/
