I pour myself into a paper cup and choke
on my viscous hair as it wraps
its grasping entrails around my throat.
I gaze upwards into the starlight of hell beneath my feet,
the bowels of the earth shining in the gloom
above my head.
The wonders of living are innumerable –
I observe this from my grave buried deep in the furnace.
The fiery ventricles of my frozen heart pound like a halting train
as I croak my last word at the moment of my birth.
I’m rusty at this poetry malarkey. I hope surrealism suits for a first venture back into dVerse for a while! Surrealism is the theme over here – do join in!