Sunday, February 12, 2012

Vessa's Meal

The tower eats the the children's dreams
And writes them down in magazines
Bee stung
Man hung
Over Vessa's broken nail

The witches brew from Satan's tongue
Stored in a cask without a bong
Drink deep
Thoughts creep 
Dodging Vessa's dirty smile

Your breasts they never leave my eye
Your sex an ancient lullaby
Hand firm
You squirm
I think Vessa's going home

A tug and tear of rabbits cloth
I fake a flying abott's moth
Cork bark 
Birth mark
Upon Vessa's rounded cheek

The life that formed in mother's womb
Pinned oddly up in sister's room
Evil bitch 
Solo hitch
Leaving Vessa's clammy grip


  1. Wow! I can't tell you how great it is to see your work showcased on your blog, Corey. And this is an amazing comeback: gritty, sensual, terse. Fine work, my friend.

    Please share on the Open Link at Real Toads today, where the theme is love or the best antidote to it.

  2. Yay!!! you came by! I love the toad site, very cool, trying to get the hang of all the ins and outs. I linked, but it said to leave a comment but couldn't find the comment button. Starting to move all my stuff off of the wc and on to here, so many things that are not backed up. Thanks for the swift kick in the know I need that sometimes. Ready to go a

  3. You leave a comment by clicking on the "Toads and Flowers" line. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it very quickly and there are many wonderful people on the blogs, who are very supportive if you know where to look.

  4. Those first two lines are so powerful!

    "The tower eats the the children's dreams
    And writes them down in magazines"

    And the images just keep coming reading through the poem. Intense and powerful, what a great job! Loved it!

    1. Thank you, I appreciate the boost. Very nice to meet you.

  5. oh ho ho, well look who it is!! so great to see you using this blog which has been left idle for far too long, and even greater to see most of the old WC crowd on here at last (and Real Toads)! and what a poem to come back to; you've been quiet for a while but still writing I'm glad to see - this has a wicked rhyme, half way between nursery and half-rap like - a ghetto nursery rhyme of sorts ha with that grittiness we've all grown accustomed to! good, good stuff!

    1. Holy shit....this is where you have been hiding. Gonna try to pull everything off WC and just concentrate on this blog. Trying to write again anyway. Great to see you, haven't seen you since I had breakfast with you without our

  6. yes, yes! nice to meet you!
    enjoyable words and pictures so far :)

  7. What a chilling yet wonderful write...I like the tale all the way to the end ~

    1. Thank you for stopping by I really appreciate it...Happy Valentines Day!

  8. Wow! An amazingly gritty, cool, and mysterious poem. I love the rhythm and the images are wild. Thanks for visiting my blog!

    1. Thank you....much appreciated and you are welcome, I enjoyed it.

  9. You don't pull any punches with this one...The tower eats the the children's dreams And writes them down in magazines...Love it!

  10. Like nothing I've ever read...very unique...and cool in a dark and sinister way...I like that!

  11. Oh, I don't even know what to do with this. Wow!