October 9, 2022 · 7:10 am
Slew Foot
the Devil’s Mark
UnderNeath
a Cold Cold Heart
a Horn Less Goat
to Seal the Art
As you Descend
to Ruin & Rot
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June 19, 2018 · 9:34 pm
The Tempest – a Comedy
Some Times
I am
Held
In Thrall
by All
That I
am Not
& Wallow
In my
Misery
& Rot
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March 28, 2018 · 2:54 am
Konstantinos Volanakis
Coffin Ships
of the
Sea
Nothing
No
No Place
For me
Just Rats
&
& Hunger
Devouring
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April 29, 2017 · 10:26 am
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
#B27321
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October 13, 2015 · 11:42 pm
Louis Douzette
The Old
Gods
Speak
To me
Under
Their
Sacred Tree
Of Pain
Loss
Poison
&
Rot
Stand
Before
the Chemical
Shit Storm
Things
Never Meant
For you
Remember
Rome
#B27321
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