So, grabbing at scalp, we progressed with a pull.
When fingernails ripped in piecemeal sprint,
The keratin dripped with a crimsoning glint.
Un-fixing the joints, we opened dome.
Examining lured supposition to roam.
Formation of tissue seemed a knot,
A pumelo wadded with rock and some rot.
Anomalous ball, the source, perplexed.
Deformity-mess gave duress, we were vexed.
We could not accept that evil shone
From ramshackle smashing of citrus and stone.
Despite disappointment, bats begat
The densest confetti from cranial splat.
Dissecting a despot, desperate blows,
Effected no close for what devilment owes.
The keratin dripped with a crimsoning glint.
Un-fixing the joints, we opened dome.
Examining lured supposition to roam.
Formation of tissue seemed a knot,
A pumelo wadded with rock and some rot.
Anomalous ball, the source, perplexed.
Deformity-mess gave duress, we were vexed.
We could not accept that evil shone
From ramshackle smashing of citrus and stone.
Despite disappointment, bats begat
The densest confetti from cranial splat.
Dissecting a despot, desperate blows,
Effected no close for what devilment owes.
Muah ha ha.....
ReplyDeleteScary and well-constructed.
Happy October! The last lines of each stanza are wonderful. Whatever one's definition of poetry, this is surely a poem!
ReplyDeletethis is a gritty one - you are a word coiner - keep 'em coming
ReplyDeleteGod, the first part gave me goose bumps. I thought you were doing a brain-surgery....LOL..It was thrilling to read this one. As they say, if an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared...awesome!
ReplyDeleteAh, the skull beneath the skin! I read your poem as a 'Memento Mori', though I guess you may have written it in the spirit of Halloween.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for your comments on Toska.
That was quite a poem! The first stanza creeped me out big time....and it didn't change throughout. I just find myself wanting to say BOO.
ReplyDeleteWow ... this has so many interesting facets. I found the intensity fascinating throughout. (did you mean 'lurid' in the 2nd line of 2nd stanza - though it doesn't matter too much either way). Excellent piece.
ReplyDeleteFreaky fantastic fun
ReplyDeletethis takes me back to the Jacobean revenge tragedies.chilling and fearful stuff.
ReplyDeleteWickedly interesting and creepy... You got my interest big time. Loved the first stanza... we wanted to see beneath the skull...
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ReplyDeleteAbsolutely superb. I just love poems with this form of depth....Perhaps another chapter remains!!!
Eileen
Yoiks, the scariest place of all - inside the skull of any homosapien. Hee hee. Well penned!
ReplyDeleteAwesome, I can hear the bone saw now, gloriously gory.
ReplyDeleteOh my heck! This was intense and, in the end, a bit disturbing. Your imagery is bold and clear. Your diction, divine. You make art of horror and crime. Initially, I envisioned a neuroscientist doing a post-mortem...
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Eerie! A well-crafted piece full of rich, dark imagery.
ReplyDeleteI bet you had fun writing this!
ReplyDeleteDark and wonderful write! Happy Halloween!
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