February 4, 2018 · 8:53 pm
Henry Fuseli
Last Chance/
the Great Expanse
–
50 Words
of Sci/Fi
Lie
of Distant Moons
&
the Shadows They Cast
of Humanity
&
Legends of the Lost Past
Savior From the Heaven
Save us We Ask
Divinities Children
Spoiled Brats
We Who Woke In a Garden of Eden
Turned to Ash
Last Chance
Countless Planets
the Expanse
Filed under Prose
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April 29, 2017 · 10:26 am
Henry Fuseli
Ravioli Knights
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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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December 17, 2015 · 10:21 pm
Howard Pyle
A Cacophony
of Shadows,
&
All
I Feel
Is Fear.
As I
Look
In to
Those Eyes,
Those Eyes
of
a Seer.
Cards UnFold,
Marking me
For Death;
Both
Dark
&
Bold,
That Grimm
Jester
Holds me
In His
Hand.
What Ever
you Do
Don’t
Go Home.
It’s
the Grave.
That Evil
Place;
Leave
your Dead
UnMourned;
Showing me
the Door,
Refusing Pay;
She Says
Never More.
#B27321
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September 28, 2015 · 5:23 pm
Edmund Blair Leighton
Loss
I Have
Lost
Many Things
But
you Are
What Clings
To my
Mind
Trailing Fingers
of Fickle
Time
Shadows
of Sun
Shine
#B27321
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September 19, 2014 · 7:18 am
Lorenz Frølich
Mist
upon the
Mornings
Breast
the Chill
of Deaths
Caress
Echoes
of the
Receding
Night
as Shadows
Flee
Before
the Light
Like
Mans
Soul
Taken
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