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Steve Gerson writes poetry and flash about life's dissonance. He has published in CafeLit, Panoplyzine, Crack the Spine, Decadent Review, Vermilion, In Parentheses, Wingless Dreamer, Big Bend Literary Magazine, Coffin Bell, and more, plus his chapbooks Once Planed Straight; Viral; and The 13th Floor: Step into Anxiety from Spartan Press.
It's slithey near the wampy tides
and slicksome when the waters ride.
Through dankly reeds and fangled teeth,
slides the frightnight moonshroud Sneeth.
Beware my child of Sneeths that snike
in wormskirm draubnaught tales of fright,
with chilblain freeze and sneezey slime,
quake tremorling in nightscare chimes
that resound bong bell in midnight dark
to steal your blood whoosh thrumping heart
and graftplant scheming froughts that scream
in webspun meanish gloomisery dreams.
Take this gleamwrought jabedged sword
and stab its moansigh squealpierced words!
Stab snick flick trick prick the Sneeth!
Secure your sleep in sheepcount peace.
And have you slain the Sneeth, my child?
Have you scurbed its despairish wild?
Oh yes and joyish wondersfull day!
It’s gone, removed, repaired I say!
No more slithey near the wampy tides
and slicksome when the waters ride!
Defangled teeth and sunthwarm reeds
deny the frightnight moonshroud Sneeth!
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