I failed my piss test today.

Yellow Apple

The skin torn and blemished

with those tiny black dots

shallow in depth

And a red flush

made apparent on just one side

Visual Poetry

As if out of intense vagary

summoned from the boiling depths

coiling and uncoiling

so abhorrent and foul

is the curdling black water,

That the fierce dying croak

convulsed, teeming, from the bodies

of the surmounting dead

comes eerily rising up,

And with it drags an abomination

soaked horribly with that like mephitis

which constricts the lungs

and forces the eyes like corks

redder than wine, and thicker an atrocity

to bulging from the very skull,

It trudges further upward

like fiendish goblins, a hellion

so putrid and dense

too corpulent so

God would have him cast under

far beneath the ocean's floor

carefully embalmed in a petulant stew

marinated for centuries

until its hair grew thin and lank

straight down against its many jutting bones

its skin sallow and gross

transparent and wrinkled

dyed lurid from the brine of salt

and the pounding of many waves,

Oh, desperate woe,

how terrible a sight set laid before me

that I may spend these last quivering moments

relaying it unto you

for I have seen Hell and

not a thing can be frightened of now,

For death comes easily

and so should I.