Joe Elmenhorst

Rookie - 12 Points (11-27-1983 / Interzone.)

Nightsweats - Poem by Joe Elmenhorst

Estimating an ending though my vail the sight of red and the plasma stagnant. how long has it been? In the mists of rust from age, hypnotic stand of time. siting with the body leaking in a cobweb mine of nothing but black tar resin. The wondering is time wasted as you witness penetration through her coma white command. never known how long you've been here suffering, saturated Overwhelmed with sexual spasms, the maggots hitchhike with the rotting, disembody to funeral ending. earwig irrigation marinating inside the belly under their feet as the faces scream a non stoping team spraying spitting dreaming in time they make up through vision as I throw my Spoon-man dropper into a sight so rare, direction gleaming, a stranger in mirrors, a lonely shadow. No reflection...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013

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