WEEK FIFTEEN: MIKE WRECKA (3-2) vs RAWN MD (1-1) MIKE WRECKA WINS 4-2

Rawn MD · 08-05-2022, 01:48 AM

Countdown to zero hour
Earth crushing steel devours
from bread baskets to stealing flour
states Rays up to stake their power
jockying Plaice to Skate or Flounder
left us Flat Fishin’ in problems past fixin
...I recall how things used to be
before lights buzzin, it was proof of bees
before night hunting, there was lucid dreams
before high sunscreen, I consumed the heat
but now after the last attack...
I have to don masks to inhale the air
the ground is rock ash, pavement stale and bare
soil blisters with boils if I been exposed
uncoil the tinfoil just to hit the road
The sun broils skin quicker than a snake can shed
radioactive, radio agent, radio station, radios dead
between the rate at which the infection spread
or the states solution to escape ahead
and the great pollution that infiltrates breath
Sets stays of execution in painted lead
canvas that easel in handprints of people
dead, decayed and engulfed in damages left
except....me and this blasted cat
facts, in a landscape of grey reaching heights
skyscraping God's feet, I begin to rise
trying to find…air, so clean I can breathe
but this cat mocks me, staying to my side
My own Siamese, she’s one step behind
in my tracks and when I am set to climb…
She arches her back and attacks
clawing to scratch, calling me back
She opens me up, hissing and ripping
purring and hurting, exposing my blood
to the unclean, I feel the contagion
penetrating the sunscreen, oh fuck me!
I bravely reach for the next highest beam
My eyelids beat me down, flex violently
She meows, I act vexed decidedly
to drown her sound out to an island breeze
countdown zero hour, and finally free
sitting by myself on the highest beam
inhaling cigarettes trying to breathe
dying of cat scratch fever from the ether
my heartbeats for her, my siamese

08-05-2022, 01:48 AM	#5
Rawn MD Get MacDon Join Date: Dec 1969 Posts: 2,168 Battle Record: 3-7 Accomplishments - OM HOF Rep Power: 0	Countdown to zero hour Earth crushing steel devours from bread baskets to stealing flour states Rays up to stake their power jockying Plaice to Skate or Flounder left us Flat Fishin’ in problems past fixin ...I recall how things used to be before lights buzzin, it was proof of bees before night hunting, there was lucid dreams before high sunscreen, I consumed the heat but now after the last attack... I have to don masks to inhale the air the ground is rock ash, pavement stale and bare soil blisters with boils if I been exposed uncoil the tinfoil just to hit the road The sun broils skin quicker than a snake can shed radioactive, radio agent, radio station, radios dead between the rate at which the infection spread or the states solution to escape ahead and the great pollution that infiltrates breath Sets stays of execution in painted lead canvas that easel in handprints of people dead, decayed and engulfed in damages left except....me and this blasted cat facts, in a landscape of grey reaching heights skyscraping God's feet, I begin to rise trying to find…air, so clean I can breathe but this cat mocks me, staying to my side My own Siamese, she’s one step behind in my tracks and when I am set to climb… She arches her back and attacks clawing to scratch, calling me back She opens me up, hissing and ripping purring and hurting, exposing my blood to the unclean, I feel the contagion penetrating the sunscreen, oh fuck me! I bravely reach for the next highest beam My eyelids beat me down, flex violently She meows, I act vexed decidedly to drown her sound out to an island breeze countdown zero hour, and finally free sitting by myself on the highest beam inhaling cigarettes trying to breathe dying of cat scratch fever from the ether my heartbeats for her, my siamese __________________ FFC>FCC A. bove T. he R. est Last edited by Rawn MD; 08-05-2022 at 09:29 PM.