Ohol Poetry

karltown_veteran · 2019-01-25 01:12:16

Pop
And I was high
From last life's wild
How to explain it?
Mother wore a slab of mutton
Atop her curly mop
Still her head was high
Nose in the air
If only she had a nose
"MA"
"Hmm?"
"I" "HI'' "GH"
"Oh god"
"What have I done?"
"We have to get rid of"
"Satan baby"
A man with a turkey on his head
Somehow I decided
The turkey was no hallucination
"Eyyyyyy" he goes
"A druggie like me"
"Ew" - that was mom.
Of course.
"Snob!"
A giggle escaped
/joy
Mom drew her knife
"Hey now, curly."
"Excuse me?!"
Pop
I jumped
Turkey-man seemed mildly amused
Like a face
From last life's wild
I recognized
Mom was /angry
The knife was quivering decidedly
In her hand
"Mom" came from my sister Angel
Curly and sweet
And obviously mom's favorite
"Don't kill" "turkey man"
I loved Angel
Mom was devastated "He's being a jerk"
"Mom"
/sad from Mom
Turkeyman was not intimidated "Don't you dare, snob"
/angry from Mom
out came the knife
I ran to the left as people gathered
Like sheep to a carrot row
Stab and a scream.
At the last second
Angel
Had ran in front
Of Turkeyman
"No!" From Mom
And Turkey
And me
/sad "What have I done"
Villagers were angry
"Leave mom"
Last words from angel
We never got over it
I saw rocks floating over Angel's grave
Or maybe roses
I was too high to tell
Mom never got over it
She couldn't
So she did the only thing she could
She died

Starknight_One · 2019-01-25 03:30:42

*snap* *snap* *snap* *snap*

(Seriously. I got a very beat poet vibe from that; I can almost hear Mike Meyers reciting it now...)

karltown_veteran · 2019-01-25 03:39:57

Starknight_One wrote:

*snap* *snap* *snap* *snap*
(Seriously. I got a very beat poet vibe from that; I can almost hear Mike Meyers reciting it now...)

Thanks! And thanks again for introducing me to Mike Myers!

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