*the End Is The End Without Beginning Poem by Ted Sheridan

*the End Is The End Without Beginning

Rating: 2.7


Your dirty T shirt reveals such secrets
Your tits catch me staring cross-eyed
Into the eye of your category five hurricane
My brown eyes and
Plywood secured in anticipation of strong winds
Coffin nailed shut
Canned and sealed with wax
Shutters dilated on a summer’s day
Oz is coming
The little dog has blown away
All wind and no pain secures
Nothing but
Relieves fears of drowning
I know we have extra batteries and bottled water
Stored away on the shelf next to the mummy
Have I ever told you?
You are as beautiful now
As you were a hundred years ago….

2009© T.S.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ken E Hall 20 April 2009

Gosh your so funny you could rewrite the scripts of Faulty Towers with a resurrected Judy with her was it Toto......+++10 regards uavanice1

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G. Murdock 19 April 2009

Awesome in its execution like the results of the hurricane itself, this is a gritty contribution which changed the path of history. Let the South rise again not like the Levies but like the comforts of gin.

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Barry A. Lanier 18 April 2009

Ted are you keeping a mummy in your garage again.....

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