Smoke - August 04, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "smoke". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]]

Smoke- Squiddy Geiger - August 04, 2012

Watching the time, keeping careful track
Racing to get things done in time
Hoping the hours will somehow turn back
Finishing the project would be sublime

Hiding my tracks, taking my time
Choosing my words carefully
Planning the demise of a dirty slime
Cackling over his proposed end, gleefully

A distraction placed carefully over here
Smoke and mirrors arrayed about the room
Knowing he'll show without any fear
To bask in short lived glory? Nay, pending doom

I laugh and I smile, so filled with joy
My plans are coming together, my intuition
Tells me the best way my trap to deploy
As my machinations soon will come to fruition

Something in here perhaps, to wet his whistle?
No, he'll suspect that, poison too easy
So food is out, as he'll suspect the gristle
I can't do anything obvious, but perhaps sleazy?

So my planning continues, at fever pitch
My preparations extensive, so far as I can see
Nearly done, I'll soon fix that son of a bitch
Oh fuck! what's that? He's come for me!

Something I should have learned long before
The moral of my story, now that I'm dead
If you get so lost in planning, lock the door
Your enemy is coming to take your head

Posted by Squiddy at August 4, 2012 08:45 PM | TrackBack