Attack of the Evil Spirits

It started on the night bus,
Dribbling on the seat.
Then again at the bus stop
Carrots on my feet.

Droplets on the pavement,
More in the park
Foolish late night curry
Reappeared in the dark.

On the doorstep.
In the hall.
On the stairway
And the wall.

With my stomach palate
Oral painting in free flow.
Got some on the ceiling
Like Michael Angelo.

Avoided the pot plant
But hit the lodgers door.
Gushing from my mouth
I could not stop the pour.

Cascading down the staircase
A rancid stream did spew.
Staining all the carpet
With a darkish green hue.

Soon it filled the hallway
And began to climb the stairs.
As I was busy being sick
It caught me unawares.

Soon I was immersed
The vomit sucked me down.
Too weak to fight back
I was left to drown.