Month: December 2015

Bridge House Cruelty

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© Dec. 29, 2015. All Rights Reserved.

One small house on a bridge.
A cat’s on a grassy ridge.

Far up and far down.

She has a lobster tail.
Her friend’s well.

Far up and far down.

He’s a tarantula,
With a snake’s tongue, huh?

Far up and far down.

Her house moves up.
She falls beside a pup.

Far up and far down.

Through a window landing.
Her feet’s crushing his right wing.

Far up and far down.

Her friend crawls as the pup barks,
While sharks fly on landmarks.

Far up and far down.

Lobster tail on her friend’s tongue.
Moving like a missing lung.

Far up and far down.

 

 

Eclipse Eyes

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© Dec. 6, 2015. All Rights Reserved.

Autopsy. Autopsy.
She has an eclipse fear.

A face in the shadows.
A tank top attracts a killer bee.
A mini-skirt with a so-so pose.
All in blood from the killing spree.

Autopsy. Autopsy.
She has an eclipse near.

A look from her family.
Grins drip and drips drop.
She lost her virginity.
The condom slides for a stop.

Autopsy. Autopsy.
She has an eclipse roll.

She would say you’re moving her.
She would stay a label.
A molested number.
Forgetting. You’re capable.

Autopsy. Autopsy.
She has an eclipse soul.

Protruding from her head,
A bullet on a bird,
With long teeth, dripping red.
This night’s absurd.

Autopsy. Autopsy.
She has eclipse eyes.

Who committed the murder?
How’d the bird get in her head?
Did she have a lover?
She always wanted to be dead.

Autopsy. Autopsy.
She has an eclipse prize.

A noose on an umbilical cord.
Chromosomes turning red,
On the bird explored.
The bird’s chirping in her head.

Autopsy. Autopsy.
She has an eclipse size.

The silhouette of the sun,
Brightens to sunshine,
From the gunman’s destruction.
Then, comes the moonshine.