Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Gluons, Muons


As I drifted out of time,
Coalescing with a cloud –
Not with one from planet Earth –
I bore myself within a shroud
Of gluons, muons giving birth
To catastrophic undertones.

E’er I suffered, underfed, and
Lacking psychosymmetry,
To liquefy in rabid pain –
A misanthropic pleasantry –
Evanescing; nil in gain –
Oozing in a flow of zones,

Eking out a panorama
Underlain with horror drama:
Satan, as an Antirama,
Dancing in a fouled paijama,
Disinterring hallowed human bones.



Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

Submitted: Sunday, February 07, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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  • Jay Allen (1/25/2011 1:17:00 PM)

    this is my second favortie poem, and my very favorite poem that you did was 'it's death again' (Report) Reply

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