My skin is like thermo-plastic, and stardust goiters make me look like a cobra,
I am covered in blisters from flying too close to a super nova,
I dance like St Vitus right on the surface of the sun,
I can fuck the universe, I am a leper rocket Casanova,
In my piss scented Cosmonaut jacket, with bare club feet,
My ribs make an appearance, with only cosmic debris to eat,
I feel the tumor on my neck as I lift off into the heat,
It is so easy to be on the ground if that is all you have ever known,
It is so very hard to be a space-hobo while you live on the street alone.
A contest entry
- The dark-side of Funny {they won't get us down} by girl-in-the-vintage.
450 points, ended November 29, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Say That Again? by C J Weatherholt.
525 points, ended December 12, 2007, 62 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Nancy Boy [PRE-WRITES] by girl shaman.
2500 points, ended December 24, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - LOW LIFE CONTEST by Gerald Flagellation.
425 points, ended December 22, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give me Everything you've Got by CrystalJet.
600 points, ended March 14, 2008, 318 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was rather clever - I liked the idea of the club feet sticking out of the space suit in particular.
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It kind of reminds me of one of my favorite books called "I'm Not Myself These Days" wonderful book about a drag queen. Do not know what but this poem reminds me of that book sad and yet funny. Great write. Thanks for entering my contest.
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I like it, funny & surreal yet kinda sad. Well done, good luck in the contest :]
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