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Jean-Léon Gérôme

How Much

Fukushima Was the Beginning Of the End,
the Radiation Seeping Into Our Oceans;
Causing Mutations & InSanity;
From Fish to Man.
Driving Them to Feast On the UnInfected;
a World Damned.
I Still Dream Of the Food Riots,
When we Could No Longer Eat From the Sea.
the Crashing & Burning of Cities;
Parents Eating Kids.
Cops Going Door to Door
Rounding People Up For the Cattle Camps,
the Old & Sick Shot
& Cooked In the Street.
How I Survived Still Mystifies,
aLone & Not One Friend;
All Ways Running,
Running For the Hills.
So Many Things Have I Done
& the Things I Know I Will Do
Just To Survive Another Setting Sun.
How Many Lives Must I Take
to Pay For Mine.
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Fulchran-Jean Harriet

Fulchran-Jean Harriet

Hello Pete

Go Down
the Street
&
Call me
From
a Pay
Phone
you Know
the Plan
10 Before
& 10
After
On Demand
Take
the Money
To
the Mortuary
&
Place It
In the
Urn
InSide
you Will
Find
a Card
With Some
Words
Fuck Up
These Directions
& It
Will Be
your Turn
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Félicien Rops

Félicien Rops

What Should I Compose

a Story About;

a Loner,

a Woman,

Child,

Dog…


How About a Goat,

See; There was a Goat

Walking Down the Street.
Yeah, a Goat

& It Came Up To me

& Asked For a Smoke.
So, I Put One In Its Mouth

& Lit It.
Cause, you Know

Goats

Don’t Have Hands.
Well, If It Did;

That Would be Some Kind

of Freak.
It Stood There Puffing

a Way

& I Must Say

the Most Disconcerting Thing

About the Whole Fray

was Its

Eyes.
I Don’t Know

If you Have Ever Had

a Huge Black Goat

With a Devil’s Pentagram

Branded In Its Fore Head;

Stare At you

With Those Black;

Soul Less

In Humane

Eyes.
Well; If you Have,

Then you Have

a Notion

Of a Very

Startlingly

Occurrence.
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Gustave Dore

Gustave Dore

As the
Sun
Rises
I Dream
of Days
When
Satisfaction
Could be
Gained
In the
Street
you
&

I
would Meet
Blood
would Flow
&

your
Head
would Roll
a Sorry
Treat
For the
Dogs
to Eat
&

me
On my
Merry
Way
With Out
a Stain
On the
Name
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