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Henry Fuseli

Ravioli Knights

Infidelity
a Broken Ring,
a Vow
That Means
Nothing Now,
Lies
Like Spread Thighs;
Cottage Cheese For Seasoning.
True
That Should Have Been
Like Glue,
Not
Like Rot
Seven Seasons Dead.
In This Room
I Have Been Held
For the Murders of you
I Thought a Friend
& the Mob Who
Bought It
Trying For my Head.
Just me you See
With a Canned Good
Against you
& Three.
the Misery I With Stood
2 To the Chest
& One Beside the Eye.
Yes,
the 45 Caliber Kind.
to Drain & Die
On This Kitchen Floor
Was Not What I Was Made For.
If I Was to Die
It Was to Be In Battle Sweet
or Between the Legs
of a Lady Riding High.
Not Treachery
Both Foul & Deep.
Luring me With Sex & Song
to the Valley of Sleep;
Having Done
I Went For a Bottle of Beer
& Surprise Who Should I Meet
But 3 Long Shadows
Waiting There For me.
Flash,
Flash,
Flash,
Down I Was InDeed,
Blood Red Agony,
Not a Breath to Breathe,
Pain Bright Dizzying.
Laying There Wondering
If This Was the End For me,
the Vest Had Not Held
& Crimson Was Blossoming.
They Left to Check & See,
To Get the Stuff to Dismantle me.
In the Tub to Bleed
& Then the Cutting;
No, No,
Not For me
As I Slipped Ravioli In a Sock.
First,
I Came to Crush your Skull
my Lovely Little Girl.
Then the Man
Who Came to Gut me Like a Pig
& Then the 2
to Help Move.
It Was Such a Gristly Scene,
Had to Be Burning.
I Will Never Forget
That Night.
Standing Above
Those Broken Things
Screaming Triumphantly
As the Kerosene Burned Bright,
Ravioli Nights
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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

& She

Like a Mother
Introduced me To Heather
a Runner
of Back Alleys & Clip Joints
All Dark Eyes

& Gin Soaked Thighs
I Let Her Lead me Down That Hall
& Many More
In Love With the Waste

That Became my Life
The Knife
& Impossible Heists
Were the Dreams I Would Cling To
As the Sodden Sheets
Muffled Our Screams
Mad Dogs
Who Bite
Burning Way
To Bright
Mesmerized
By
the Light
Would we
Find
Death
To Night
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Eduard Kasparides

Eduard Kasparides

World
Poetry
Day

an Ode
to Poetry
On This
Most Holy
Day
the Song
Screams
&

the Pen
Bleeds
Words
Stream
Bright
as Arterial
Blood
to Grip
&

Make
you Feel
the Pain
That Is
O’ So
Real
a Poet’s
Tears
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Lust/Jacques Callot

Lust/Jacques Callot

Down
Hell’s Hall
I Crawl
Silent
&

Oppressed
By the
Weight
Gripping
my Chest
To the
Door
of Satan’s

Whore
To Sate
Her Lust
On Bright
Drops
of Blood
Love
Lost
Here Begins
Night’s

Watch
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Johannes Gehrts

Johannes Gehrts

Crimson
Is the
Road
I Have
Strode
Bright
With Blood
Many
Seasons
Has It
Been
Since
the Hill
Side
Was Home
I Shall
Return
With Knife
&

Sword
To Even
That Score
No More
a Babe
At Deaths’
Door
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