Mowing the lawn now
Childhood feels and smells of home
Corpses stay buried
Be careful to not cut the lawn too short
Tag: Noir
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the lion’s den beckons
i pull my hair in great fear
i will eat them all
faith in myself, my abilities and my past successes sustains me – i am #unstoppable
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Fingers slip on ceramic keys
Typing yr confession note
So the Press can easily quote
In dedicated ghoulish ease
‘I have stolen a pistol to kill my beloved
And then turn it upon myself’
You may place me on the shelf
Of known killers, cursed & kindred
Whispering that you loved her
Shooting first the love and then yrself
Murderous, hateful longspur
Blinding last yrself
You will spend a wasted life in stir
Monster, madman, damn thyself
a little archaic and old-fashioned but a new way into writing a true- crime sonnet. ABBA X 2, CD X 3.
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insufferable
you bog blast
me with yr
lies
i burn yr house
down
i despise liars and lazy people who do nothing but blame
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1st against the wall
When the revolution comes
R Politicians
In the USA, we have Republicans and Democrats.
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above
your worst fence
faces us
in judgement
looming over,
choking love
with hate
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‘headless body
found in topless
bar’ howled the
new york post
42nd st
yawned
the old nyc Grindhouse circuit was my all time favorite back in the day. Now it’s all gone. Corporate and commercial.
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my neighbor
has a
GUN
built a
8 ft high
fence
we like
her even
LESS
life in Gary, IN is always interesting
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lone shoe
in drive
way
screaming boy
dragged to
car should
i have
called
cops
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Seen on road side sign
‘Abortion is Murder,’ here
I have killed then.
I live in Gary, IN – like Detroit, Michigan, it’s a depressed area with a clear color divide. Outside of Gary, white holy rollers preach the gospel and tell women what they can and can’t do with their bodies. It’s a fucking disgrace.
Outlaw Poetry 