Monday, December 10, 2012

GORY POETRY

1)

When I lay me down to sleep-
my conscious mind is ocean deep.
I dream of things in shades of red-
like stabbing my neighbors in the head.


2)

Masterbaiting with a severed hand.
Imminent discharge of a swollen gland.
Bodies hacked up for the barbecue.
Boiling pus makes a stellar brew.
Even with eyes that are torn out-
I can see this is what life is all about.


3)

When I was a baby boy-
a pocket knife was my favorite toy.
Then I grew up to walk the land-
carrying a butchers knife in hand.

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