July 27, 2018 · 7:57 pm
Weapon X
UnBridled Rage
Captured In
Immortal Clay
by
the Master
Romell Chopraa
Brings
the Savage Soul
of Wolverine
to Life
With Such Skill
you Can Hear
His Silent Scream
& Feel Bodies Cleave
In the Words of Logan
Great Job
Bub
#B27321
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February 12, 2018 · 12:34 pm
Erasmus Francisci
the Art of Lose/
the Crown of Trues
=
I am a Coward & a Quitter
my Past
an Echo of Regrets
a Tapestry of Rents
& I Get
That Mistakes Make
the Man I am
but Why
Must I be Such A Fool
to be Schooled Again & Again
In the Art of Lose
Till There is Only One Game Left to Break
the Piggy Bank of Ache
but That’s Not Some Thing a Coward Can Do
Quit This Life & Begin a New
to Choose
#B27321
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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 20, 2015 · 12:46 pm
Joshua Reynolds
The Rain
Streaming Down
Streaking
the Windows
Through
Reminds me
Of you
the Last
Time
to Say
Good Bye
On Such
Nights
we Would
Huddle
Tight
the Thunder
&
Roar
Keeping Beat
the Storm
Ridden On
&
On
to the
Coming Morn
Sated
to Drift
Off
to Gentle
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