This sprung from an excercize which was supposed to revolve around a ping pong ball and how it changed my life and to be written in a twelve syllable format. It's odd how an idea can alter ones perceptions and create something quite different and completely out of context. I don't make any bones about my lack of poetry terminology or skills but i am becoming more open to positive critique. So you can cut it, slice it, re-write it or add something to it but please don't have me searching the dictionary to understand it.  :-)

 

Inflated grey torpedos, hovered overhead.

Just like Santas sack, tied with a bow and some string.

A mustering of storks caught their beaks in the loops.

I stood transfixed, awaiting my impending doom.

 

A shower of ping pong balls covered in white fur.

Thousands in dozens and more came in tens.

I was smothered from head to toe.

 

Inhaling the sulphur from Lucifers match

I was drowning in asphyxiation and toxic poison mass.

Suffocating bilious smoke choked

my tortured screams hollow

howled through the silence of an ebony sky.

 

Lumpy words stuck in my throat, as dry as

polysterene solidified.

Let me out!

There's no way out!!

Arghhhh!!!

 

A glimmer of light.

I awoke in a cold hot sweat,

feathery fur strewn across the room

as the cat jumped off my face.