STACKED
(an inspired fiction poem )
**stackable was thou, Dryer,
mine Dryer was stacked--
wrecked
and wracked by truculent demons--
--haunted--
by ghostly spirits cavorting, dancing--
dare i say, prancing--
in the hoses attached.
***blimey! Washer, thy breaketh thyself down,
whenev'r thou maketh wee sounds--
forsooth, thy taketh thyself down
whenev'r thy evacuateth pump
falleth to parts and pieces
--or whatev'r.
***o, Washer!
o, Dryer!
thou art free for the taking by yon senninght--
the taking, the breaking, the broke,
the broken, the broker--
--the brokest--
breaking--
--and all in-between,
***or it's to the Full-Land--
--the landfilled to the brink
with the passing of gasses from carcasses
of foul fowl and foul fishes
lying in silent
repose
***beside stained dishes, cold ashes,
patches, and glasses,
a plethora of smokes,
and a bounty of broken
and throttled bottles,
comic books
flutt'ring
into the hush-ed and dusky night...
About the Creator
Brijit Reed
Freelance ghostwriter, editor, and screenwriter striving to create a better world. Words and images are just the beginning.
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