The Leviathan Poem by Euan Voo

There is a beast,
Warm-blooded and breathing,
And lying
Smack,
Head
First
Legs
Sprawled,
Prone on a bed.
Comfortable, to say the least.

That day it woke
Me up with a
BANG.
BOOM.
The Lion of a doorbell,
It's roar in high definition.

And I jumped,

Running through my slacks,
Through the blackhole of clothes
And coffee-stained fabric,
And boy I forgot to shave;

It ran past the mirror,
With the legs of a dead bird,
carcass flying through mid air
Feathers in full flight,
Or fight response.

Awake the being,
Posses the body:
I am the leviathan,

And I look wonderful this morning.