June 12, 2016 · 1:16 pm
Paul Stade
Cold, Maybe So
–
you are
Alone
Trust
a Broken
Bone
Cold
Maybe So
But
When you
Are There
Sitting In
the Chair
After
They Have
Shaved
you Bare
Who Shall
Take
your Place
Fate
you Are
On
your Own
&
It Is
Written
In Stone
That you
Have
to Deal
With
the Past
you’ve Made
Sit
as Though
On
a Throne
Knowing
In
your Home
Nothing
Was Fake
#B27321
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April 29, 2016 · 10:10 pm
Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Kə-THOO-Loo
–
Or
Did He.
His Brain
Was a
Whirl
of Action.
How to
Save
the Virgin
Priestess
From
the Great
Cult
of Kə-THOO-Loo.
Stripped Bare
With Only
His Savage
Might;
How to
ReClaim
His Lost
Prize,
30 Talons
of Silver
& Lips
Like Red
Wine …
Any More
&
I Would
Have
to Charge
a Dime
#B27321
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October 2, 2014 · 11:02 pm
Christopher Paudiss
This Wooden
Dell
a Bloody
Screaming
Hell
the Mangled
Bodies
Give
Proof
Of the
Gypsy
Curse
That Has
Laid my
Company
Bare
the Pieces
Still
Cling
Crimson
Still
Streams
&
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