In Formation (poetic essay)

[flamingskullballs]

In Formation

Chapter One
I fear i am going mad. A surge of love in autumn winds (graceful). A reality of more depth and chaos than
any earthly creation. And the taste of her sex. Oh, what a great specimen this will be! A man of great horror, yet fascination. Rise in economy, drop in population-what a feat!

Chapter Two
Can the cat live without the mouse? If a tree falls, and none witness, did he just sleep? What about that boy... That boy must have been away, for i noticed myself! Can you not see? Can that with no wings fly about? Can that with no fins scale the depths? Can we live? Can we die?

Chapter Three
I fear I am going mad. The population of our beliefs.

Chapter Four
Marching with brooms. Soldiers of new. Marching to the fist of sand. Marching to pain, to knowledge, to pain and death. Marching as I stroke my cock. In formation our attention seeks.

Chapter Six
March comes before May, and April between.

May I?

I fear I am going mad.

Mad, daM, Mad, daM

. Madam.

flamingskullballs Reviewed by flamingskullballs on 05-13-2006. In Formation (poetic essay) In Formation Chapter One I fear i am going mad. A surge of love in autumn winds (graceful). A reality of more depth and chaos than any earthly creation. And the taste of her sex. Oh, what a great specimen this will be! A man of great horror, yet fascination. Rise in economy, drop in population-what a feat! Chapter Two Can the cat live without the mouse? If a tree falls, and none witness, did he just sleep? What about that boy... That boy must have been away, for i noticed myself! Rating: 5

[flamingskullballs]

no one likes it?

[puffpuffand away]

guess not...

[flamingskullballs]

that sucks man

[Jacop]

lol skull.... seeing you in chat i never figured youf or the poetic type

[fikusroot]

interesting piece of work, but its too abstract to be accessable. You need to find more of a balance. I read it and it registered nothing with me. Sounds like something you thought up while u were on acid or something, which doesn't warrant it as poetry. But hey, I'm a post-modernist. If it's poetry to you, it's peotry to me.

[flamingskullballs]

i was sober when i wrote this

its about the fall of humanity to hate, the holocaust, and the disgust against happiness

its funny, i write mainly haiku