in nights like this he would just drink
in the dark
and smoke
and lie on his side and
hallucinate
about a snake vomiting vibrating colors
on a white wall
Maybe the snake had eaten paint
But it was a small snake
no bigger than a worm
and the amount of dancing colors it vomited
all over was astounding
Enough to paint the whole house
But the colors would never
stay on the things they fell upon
The colors would
bounce around and dance and vibrate
mingle with each other and
part and mix again
and the small snake would vomit some more
and it would make a sound
like babies crying
All he wanted in times like these
was to crawl over to the poor snake
and comfort it in some way
pat its head, place it in his armpit
to get warm, feed it something, rub its
belly up and down and around
But the little snake
wouldn't come his way
Not even after he split the inside of
his forearm from
wrist to elbow to invite it
into his flesh
"Fine then," he said. "Stand there
and vomit until you
die. We'll still be together one day
whether you like it or not…"
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Thank you!!
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Thanks for sharing this idea Anita
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Yooooo, I really like this idea and poem. It’s a fun read on a Monday morning. It helped get my juices flowing. Thanks
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Strange but beautiful! Kind of like an LSD trip.
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