Post by Laura on Mar 31, 2007 17:41:18 GMT -6
a/n: a poem about John Wayne Gacy and what's behind him. If you want me to put a rating on this ... I'd go with R ... so don't read if you have a weak heart
Beneath this Floor
a huddled cry for help
would be murmured under dirt
if only these bones could talk
after death
first a boy
then another
the bodycount does rise
crowded almost f**k**g each other
dead and covered
go dress up:
Mr. Party CLOWN
see the little fingers
think how good they'd taste
between your teeth
and how tight
he would be
without you
between his cheeks
the scent of rotting corpses
of young men doesn't bother
a fat nosed belly lint picker
with a revolver
and a snake the size of Texas
that can enlarge
the smallest hole
were they only masks
to try on and discard
one
after
another
always touching
almost f**k**g
even in death
when the dirt became
too occupied
a river was put to use
nature has so many places
for raped boys to hide
they were suffocated
from the weight
of an older man
touching
pushing
tearing the skin
breathing in the cries
like fresh air above an avalanche
that isn't snow
cumming down...
Beneath this Floor
a huddled cry for help
would be murmured under dirt
if only these bones could talk
after death
first a boy
then another
the bodycount does rise
crowded almost f**k**g each other
dead and covered
go dress up:
Mr. Party CLOWN
see the little fingers
think how good they'd taste
between your teeth
and how tight
he would be
without you
between his cheeks
the scent of rotting corpses
of young men doesn't bother
a fat nosed belly lint picker
with a revolver
and a snake the size of Texas
that can enlarge
the smallest hole
were they only masks
to try on and discard
one
after
another
always touching
almost f**k**g
even in death
when the dirt became
too occupied
a river was put to use
nature has so many places
for raped boys to hide
they were suffocated
from the weight
of an older man
touching
pushing
tearing the skin
breathing in the cries
like fresh air above an avalanche
that isn't snow
cumming down...
