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[franksolich]

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Oh my.

undergroundpanther  Donating Member  (1000+ posts) Fri Jul-25-08 01:01 PM
Original message

A poem I wrote you all might like
   
The Last Time I Died...
by Underground Panther in the Sky.

My cat is watching from her golden goddess eyes
Sitting on my window sill in regal repose.
In my home watching TV on a lazy afternoon..

Suddenly, A crack,it all goes black,
I can't breathe!Wait a minute, dammit!
What just happened?!!?

But nobody was there to hear me.
I wasn't even sure I had heard myself say it,
Or if I just imagined saying it..
Too late,I raised my hand in protest,
to signal any unseen observers eye,not ready,to die.
as if my upraised hand could halt
That bullet tearing into brain.

The maple floor rushed up that day to meet me with a thud.
The woodgrain looks nice with that new coat of polyurethane.
An arc of red runs to the rug just past the corner of my eye.
Sunlight is still shining in through my window.
A patch of sky is in my view,
Cat had left the scene.
Startled out of her repose no doubt.
fluffy clouds drift by
between monotonous drips of red,
It is almost like any other day.

The world looks like a dirty little window
When there's nothing alive inside
When are you are so sure it will stay the same,
It changes again.
The cold settles into my stiffening limbs.
even though it's 80 degrees today.

You realize,even dirty little windows get washed,
if only with rain and tears.Loved or unloved.
Lives go by and perish whether lived or not.
They giving it their best or not,they all perish.
Time has no meaning...I disconnect..

Relaxing rot, gaseous sigh, the internal swarm ,
bursting forth like maggot fireworks out of the orifices .
Shades of green to purple ,turned to black'
ungodly ichor,dries..in greasy streaks.
old cracks run with mystery fluids in sunken grey eyes
A tuft of hair falls away revealing slimy skull
Maggots feast. My cat was supposed to be
taken by a stranger, but I think she ran away.
I struggle to remember her as it grew light again.

The phone rang and rang,Than they came in.
The Cat ran past them out the door,
They said better,notify his next of kin.
They rolled out the yellow tape,
Across the door, across the floor,
Grim decorations celebrating a crime scene.
They took notes and pictures all day.
Talking to each other,masks on.

The dust motes didn't care..the windowsill had nothing to say.
I tried to tell them I was here,but they couldn't hear me
I tried to grab their shirts to shake them to their senses.
I just fell through them, I looked into the mirror on the mantel
and I saw nothing,I had no way to say..what was ?
The body taken away ,a zipper bag closed up
and drove away in a black van.

People came in again,the couch left,so did the mirror,my bed and my collection of cat statues,moved away by people tearfully who I barely remember.

The old wooden floor whispers the outline of my final position,
An off colored stain left in the polyurethane,
Silent bare walls, in the moonlight.
Now the tape is gone, the flies are gone,
Just a weird smell and empty rooms.

Darkness stretches forth,
as street lamps flicker themselves on.
Floating in this room so empty,
I'm more alone than alone,
I find I no longer have a home.

So I drift out the window to street unfamiliar
A cat perches herself in regal repose outside
on a dumpster lid in the alley,
I wonder..Do I know her presence from before?
She knows the way,her eyes call,so I follow,

I look at her looking into the eyes of her prey,
Leaping,her ivory fangs snap together severing tiny neck,
and the diminutive cries go unheard,blood on the street..
Death comes,and I see myself again,

Death it comes, it always will,
it transforms us away from ourselves,
without making a sound it changes everything.
What does the end mean to an eternal soul ?

Moving into a vast dark space
I am this space less timeless thing,
I can't remember...
I feel a spark falling? or am I rising?...
Is that a heartbeat..beating next to me?

Warm little wisps of drifting dark in bodies ocean
connected ,corded ,pulsing, and growing,
Tighter closer, now no room to move,
Crushing,struggle and fight,one by one
are pushed through a tunnel of light.
A rupture, a touch,tender shivering
a rough tongue wakes me up, And..
Breathe..

Looking into those eyes again, Mother
Eternal,in her oceans of gold,green and blue
She loves me into being,
Softly purring,like a dream come true
I knead her,drinking all this sweetness in,
Death has brought me to life again.

Only two primitive responses, neither worth copying-and-pasting.

[Lord Undies]

My eyes glazed over somewhere between "crack" and "black".

[Chris_]

Reader's Digest version for those who just can't slog through that  much crap:

Death
it sucks
But
so does life.

[jtyangel]

She sounds suicidal

[USA4ME]

I love playing Clue!!

The cat with a gun from the window sill.

.

[franksolich]

She sounds suicidal

This was from two weeks ago.

I don't know why the search thing does this; one asks for "the past 24 hours," and gets more than that.

[Chris_]

She sounds suicidal

she was born suicidal

she does this attention-getting crap at least once a week. 

She is sponging of her mom in a gated community and doesn't work for a living, other than some arts and crafts.  She has the good life and yet always posts these "poor poor pitiful me" posts.

If one day someone were to say she finally did it, I would shed not a tear (although I would not dance on her grave either).

[Chris_]

She sounds suicidal

This was from two weeks ago.

I don't know why the search thing does this; one asks for "the past 24 hours," and gets more than that.

You get 24 business hours.

[Bondai]

She is looking for attention again, was that a poem or a novel? Just do it UP.....

[Chris_]

Remember UP, it's "down the tracks", not "across the street".

[BlueStateSaint]

Reader's Digest version for those who just can't slog through that  much crap:

Death
it sucks
But
so does life.

Condensed!  H5! 

[USA4ME]

Dark and lonely on a summer's night.
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking. Do he bite?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Slip in his window. Break his neck.
Then his house I start to wreck.
Got no reason. What the heck?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L my land lord.

.

[Chris_]

Dark and lonely on a summer's night.
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking. Do he bite?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Slip in his window. Break his neck.
Then his house I start to wreck.
Got no reason. What the heck?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L my land lord.

.

Looks like CC has a new poet lauriate if you want the slot.

[franksolich]

Once upon a midnight drear
to me it became painfully clear

Twas the night before Christmas
when I realized my life, what a mess was

[DumbAss Tanker]

She sounds suicidal

she was born suicidal

It doesn't seem to be working.

[Chris_]

She sounds suicidal

she was born suicidal

It doesn't seem to be working.

So what do you expect.  Liberalism fails every time it's tried.  Even in self extinction.

[USA4ME]

Looks like CC has a new poet lauriate if you want the slot.

That was a poem done by Eddie Murphy when he was on SNL, so I can't claim it, but it seemed to fit the occasion.

.

[Wineslob]

Looks like CC has a new poet lauriate if you want the slot.

That was a poem done by Eddie Murphy when he was on SNL, so I can't claim it, but it seemed to fit the occasion.

.

Ya beat me to it!!!!!!!

 

[Rebel]

She sounds suicidal

If we're lucky.

[Chris_]

Looks like CC has a new poet lauriate if you want the slot.

That was a poem done by Eddie Murphy when he was on SNL, so I can't claim it, but it seemed to fit the occasion.

.

Well, since we're going to such illustrious sources for material, how 'bout this one

I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all da whiteys I see
I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all da whiteys I see
An' when I kill all da whiteys I see, dat Whitey he ain't gon' botha meeeeee...
I'm gonna get me a shotgun and kill all da whiteys I see

2nd Verse:
I'm gonna kill me a white woman wearin' a navy blue sweater...

[Chris_]

Good point here.
40 years ago, UP would have definitely been a Manson girl.

UP would have either scared or wierded out o'l Charles so much, he'd have gone straight as a laser.  "You're just too ****ing ****ed up for me, sweetie".

[BlueStateSaint]

Dark and lonely on a summer's night.
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking. Do he bite?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
Slip in his window. Break his neck.
Then his house I start to wreck.
Got no reason. What the heck?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L my land lord.

.

 

H5!

[JohnnyReb]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Someone is dead
Why wasn't it you?

...and that's about as good as poetry gets coming from me.

[Chris_]

I'm a she! No I'm a he!
Don't you see? Don't you see?
Not a person, but a cat!
And dare I say that is that!

I always fill up my plate
with hate piled on top of hate!
Always screamin'! Always kickin'
dreaming of the Ghost Chicken!

Living in a fuzzy haze
in the nights and in the days.
Pounding rants on a blog.
Pineapple viewing in a fog.

The days are never ever sunny.
GIVE ME! GIVE ME! More, more money!
All the repugs go to hell!!!
My brain is broke. I'm not well.

The world owes me. Owes me ALL!!!
At me feet should grovel and crawl.
Provide me housing!!! Provide me feed!!!
Read my boring, ranting screed!!!

[Chris_]

  Damn, Chuck.  That was hilarious.