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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Circles

Things I Have Seen
In Drug Induced Dreams.
the Parting Of the Veil.
Could This Be Real.
I Knew you Were to Die
I Saw you Go Bye.
Not a Word Did you Speak
As you Slipped Into Sleep,
But I Saw In your Eyes
Some Thing That Haunts me InSide.
Maybe It Was Just Don’t Be Afraid
or Life Is More Than It Looks,
But I Can Not Decipher That Stare.
So When the Phone Call Came
It Rang & It Rang
& Sang of Decay.
I Was Not Surprised
Just Misty Eyed.
Though Nights When I am Alone
I Try to Break That Code,
But I Find
I Am Too Simple of Mind
& It
Falls Further From my Hand.
Maybe It Was Just the Mystery
I Needed to See
to Spur me On
to Greater Deeds.
I Do Not Know,
I Question So,
Circles Go
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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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