by Mark Waldrop
Sometimes I think there's an octopus in my stomach.
In the mornings it stretches and droops its lazy head to one side —
It suctions it's tentacles to the walls of my belly and pulls them together forcing me
To gag, and vomit what we didn't digest of the chicken from
Last night.
Sometimes I think the octopus has a roommate.
I wonder if they will fight, like roommates do;
Or like warriors for territory.
Maybe they will kill each other, or maybe
The octopus will destroy the other and then I
Won't need to have this abortion.
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Oh, the ending was really unexpected. This is an interesting and unusual poem
wOW, that ending carries quite a punch. Very powerful and makes the reader reconsider everything that went before it.I agree with Susan, it's unusual and quite unexpected. Neat.
Interesting indeed. Killer ending.
MARK :D Love it.