we went down
the guns went up
monster swarmed
and darkness blinked

you stung the pain
broken bones mended
but you met the fists
again and again.

I struck the walls
in search of a door
but I hit the bricks
over and over

we slunk to the floor
soul assault covered
clutching bad moods
exhausted and bled

As previously posted on Twitter:

A Salvadorian Ecuadorian
was once a valedictorian.
Never a very good Victorian,
he often made speeches about wanting a Delorean.

*
Finally a rhyme,
at a precisely good time.
What a wonder it is,
should be in show biz,
next time you see me,
I’ll be playing in Capri.

*

Really must stop
before these rhymes start to rot.
I have to say first
it’s been fun to converse.
But I really must go now,
taking a final deep bow now.

Darrel Tarskington was an interesting bloke.
He’d often wander around dirty and broke.
Amiable enough, he definitely wasn’t tough;
He had a brain which was a sight to be seen.
A whiz at science yet he had no reliance
on general relativity or evolutionary proclivity.

What’s up with the red red Rose?
Sitting there; a pretty pose.
Where did all the people go?
Up and gone with the flow.
How’s it up there in the sky?
All that space; you just sigh
Why’re we all just spinning ’round?
Dizzy now, we hit the ground
Who am I to spit this rhyme?
Grimy girl with too much time.

Naught have I seen a scene as so;
A book, a body and a piano forte.
Splattered in red, a scotch half drunk,
And one little page drifting down to the floor.

It seems that someone didn’t like Chopin.

The net’s a place where there’s 1 for 2000 people.
You get speeding tickets for going the limit,
And only 140 words to prove yourself.
You sit in the space listening to Britney Spears
While badgers dance in the background.
Web-speak isn’t always the best thing, you know?
But some people like to think so.

At some point,
between sips of coffee,
in a crowded cafe
he appeared.
The devil sitting in front of me.
I stared at him
and he at me
until he asked,
‘low-fat or soy latte?’