This poem( unrhymed, probably no metaphors at all, or any poetic devices) just came to mind. I had to type it out, and if I come back later to re-read it and don't run away trying to gouge my eyes out at its awfulness, then maybe I'll keep it.
Conversation
The syllables trip and twist inside
My tongue in the burst of phallic breath
And sound. Letters run by, the trickling
Of milk past the edge, parachuting
Down to meet the ground in a full-
Body slap. It collapses upon
Itself, spills out its grotesque innards
Like a stew of flowery edges
Twirled in abandon, and viciously
Cut, as sound and thought abruptly dies.
P.S. I discovered something new. Press control+n, and you get a new window of the webpage you are at. Forexample, you opened a window plus a few tabs. You browse the web simultaenously through many tabs, and if a tab lags, press control+n, you get a copy of the tab you are browsing. No side-effects whatsoever, it even has a copy of the previous webpages you've visited on that tab, so you can backspace at will.
It's hard to explain, because I'm not good at explaining, so try it out yourself. But I maintain that it's still friggin' cool.
