Sean P. Pratt

I Feel 

 I feel…

I feel just like an eel

As I writhe through my mind

Coiling in and out of lairs

Which churn and turn

In milky grinding suffocation

Within a silken sunken chest

Vapors form a vest

Which feels the best

My eyes hiss and sputter

I shudder

Can’t say why

I sit and cry

Whispering silly things

Of feet that sing

And gossamer winged

Maidens of impassioned sigh

Of spittle sizzling on your chest

Like my misty vest
Which feels the best

From my silken sunken chest