Chuck
eject matter from stomach through mouth.
abdominal muscles clench and release
a warning of warmed saliva fills your mouth
a rancid metallic taste hits your tonsils
your stomach has just gone south
stinging puke tears stream from your eyes
contents of stomach burn base of throat
no matter how hard you direct this torrent
it always spatters your shoes and coat
a half digested expunged flood of lunch
hits the footpath and your pants
it didn't matter how far you leant over
you never had a chance
betrayed by a stomach that's given up
and can no longer hold all inside
a foul violent stream of spew is loosed
a regurgitated noxious tide
gazing into a fresh hot pile
of chewed then disgorged carrot pieces
kernels of forlorn corn cast out and reborn
that wont wind up with the peanuts in your faeces
spew dribble glazes your lips and cheeks
it sticks to your nose and chin
the taste of fresh death will eventually fade
and it's better out than in
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandella day ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Love the poem. Perfect last line