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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

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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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Français

Français

Prose

It Is
HeartBreaking
to See
How Gay
your Entries
are
Compared
To me
If you
Do Not
Believe
Come Read

I Had

To Breathe;

So Take

as It

Reads.

Heart Breaking

To me;

Bull Shit

to Thee.

The Flip

& Toss,

All

or Loss 

In

the End

we All

Die Alone;

So Yeah

In a

Sense

It’s me

Against

the World,

Twitter

Is Just

an Easy

Way

to Get

In Touch.

Gay

Just Works

In the

Play

of Words.

Really Though,

I Dare

to Compare

my Work

Against All;

Stands

not Fall

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Jean-Léon Gérôme

Jean-Léon Gérôme

I Think

It

Just Began

When

you Went

to Hold

my Hand

the Plan

With Out

Knowing

the Hierarchy

Of

the Clan

Damn

From

With In

Not

With Out

the Proser

Staff

Have to

Make It

Count

Founded On

Gratitude

&

Chops

Willing to

Get In

the Ring

&

Tackle

Any Thing

That Is

the Song

I Sing

Mainly

to Entertain

me

&

Spark

an Interest

In my

Art

May be

Find a

Friend

Make

my Circle

Better

Than

When

I Start

That Is

What

Is In

my Hollow

Hollow

Heart

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