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Revelry of Drunken Angels
by Max BouilletHaunted hollow souls
grapple and grope
shoving themselves into one another
with seductive fingers
and lusty tongues.
Flesh and spirit
rip and splinter
as they throw themselves
violently in the mix
they become
shredded and spent
dumb from the act
listless and alone
until the pieces coalesce
into twisted butterflies
licking themselves
into oblivion. 06/22/2003 Posted on 06/23/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 06/24/03 at 03:52 AM Very raw portrayal of hunger unsated! |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 06/24/03 at 09:52 PM I savour the spirit of this poem.So wonderful! |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/01/03 at 09:18 PM this is probably my favorite so far. i relate to these images so, so well. |
| Posted by Erin Werle on 04/23/05 at 09:35 AM Very raw. Gorgeous wording. I love it. |
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