Harbour View

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


HORROR.HUMOUR. MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING IN THE COFFEE THIS MORNING!

Submitted: June 08, 2018

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Harbour View

 

The jokes of clowns

Interrogated the audience,

Piercing carving knives

Between their ears.

A metal boy swung from a pole,

His stomach slouched

On a key ring.

Giants and gluttons sat in the shadows

Eating loungesuits,

Built from natives of flesh.

Scorpions crawled across the icy lakes,

As the patients spun in steel cages

Over the ocean.

Mouthless mermaids crawled into the spleen of ships,

To avoid conversations in damp enclosures.

A sparrow's gaping mouth swallowed the head and torso

Of a lava fleshed youth.

Gothic rides ascended towards an owl,

Perched on the head of a man,

Whose only facial feature was a nose

Hanging limply in space,

Smelling the crowd below.

Tiny creatures wandered through the anal passages

Into a silk lantern,

And masks and mirrors,

Their glass distorting the views of the harbour.

The curving bridges of limbs

Flew from liquid to the sky,

Without feathers or steel.

Jealous lovers haunted the abandoned Ghost Train.

Gymnastic corpses were pierced by metal branches.

Mirrors transformed the growth of bodies

Into organic creatures of reflections.

The limbs cracked and splintered onto the concrete

Surrounding the human tree, 

Its bowels tunneled out by gamblers,

As the troops of vertigo marched oscillating,

And spraying visions onto the observers,

Who could only recall the music they heard as children

When nursed by glass,

Before the snakes,

Before the venom became their blood.

 


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