top of page
Search
  • Writer's pictureYeof

Poem #29 ~ Rewrite

29. (1-24-20, Lewiston High School) Rewrite (this is the result of me changing word-for-word the lyrics to No Surprises by Radiohead)


A blood-pumping organ stacked high like a dump

Toiling on and on to a creeping, dark death

Body busted, black and blue eternal

Your face appears so restless, so glum

Lead the rat-a-tat-tat against against the fat, fat cat

They’ve never quite meowed our tune

I’d rather live a silent existence

Hand to hand in solidarity, donning a safety mask


No pang of wake-up sirens and no sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Void of sound, void of sound


Here is my last convulsion

My last aching abdominal pain


A tremendously gorgeous abode

A tremendously gorgeous crop collection


Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares

Without wake-up sirens and sudden scares


2 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Poem by Viro tag Rægnr

Here is a poem by one of my favorite heroes I’ve created: Viro. Viro was taken, as an infant, by the wicked warlock Faltanay. He was raised as “Alfie Bröst, to become the angry and brooding wizard ser

Prayer for Absolution

I've gazed upon my soul, through some cavernous hole, shrouded in a deep hue of blue that veils & conceals the radiant Empyrean of light within my heart. The essence of all I hold dear is suspended in

Comentarios


Post: Blog2_Post
bottom of page