Your grief and rage are layers
of peeling paint pasting together
the rotted boards of a ramshackle house
and when those layers are scraped away
the bat-filled building collapses into 
a massive sink hole which gives birth
to a ravenous mouth crammed with rows
of shark teeth that devours everything
I consider mine.

So the night is long.

Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief  


  1. Liz H says:

    Oh my! I definitely felt this one.
    Fits so many situations/people that won’t let you walk away, because of their own tapeworm-like appetite.


  2. Love the opening three lines. Great work!


    1. luvgoodcarp says:

      Thanks very much.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. JosieHolford says:

    The second mate kept telling us how
    Wrong we were, and that
    What we heard about him was wrong too.
    He was a chapel man you see and every Sunday
    He wore his hat and read the gospel aloud
    To all who would listen. There was a cat
    On that boat and she listened, curled on his bunk.
    Until one day you wake up screaming

    We left with the tide. Chug, chug, chug.

    – C.Elwydd Abel Prentiss

    Liked by 1 person

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