Mary X

Rookie (19.01.1987 / London, England)

Vision. (My Child) - Poem by Mary X

go insane.

Push the shit dripping
from the walls of intestinal incest.
and whales with lion heads
they hate the world and decide to
splash sperm (acidic tantrum)
into the eyes of the consumers.

your walking stalks
and talking grass,
out of the sea comes
a year
of Nostradamus' shit-child.
does it care for your thought-waves?
doesn't it? ... no.
it hates.

it's coming
to slaughter your children.
Your child - Earth,
mine being God..

Comments about Vision. (My Child) by Mary X

  • Goldy Locks (3/19/2007 4:19:00 PM)

    this place is not ready for your extent. it's a shame. even if it was, it would just hold you back. run, frolic, write. youre in my thoughts. love, sjg (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 9, 2011

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