black water
fills the
tub
she pushes
my head
deep under
guess the
honeymoon’s
over
as much as i hate cliches, sometimes they just fit i tried a number of different endings but i liked this one best
Tag: poem
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outlaw poems
read fast
like angels
slinging fire,
hardcore &
heavyweight
yeah, the FEEL of being a word slinger and owning it and just smashing the words and getting all the words right in a burst of fever writing blowing the page up
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eat a bowl
of fuck she
screamed
at me
that day
i took
her sister
Todd Moore came from the school of short and savage poetry. 2 or 3 words per line. Driving the narrative forward. Like Buk, his characters, his observations, his art spoke to the ‘working class’ trials and observations of mankind. No flowery language. No obvious rhyming patterns. It’s this kind of work that is like an ice pick to the eye. Sharp, fast and lethal – the way good poetry should be.
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Red shit box van parked aside
Rusted panels well worn
Thrust sticker stuck on the back
Who knows how stories are born?
Inside this blackened truck from Hell
The cargo who can not tell
Of the nights inside born of fear
Teenage hitchhikers all lost
Disappeared at night, so they say
Bodies sold for quite a cost
Inside this blackened truck from Hell
The cargo who can not tell
The cops found it burnt to a husk
Only the handcuffs truly show
Of the sex trade that is no more
And the fates that all know
The cargo who can not tell
Inside this blackened truck from Hell
I wanted to try my hand at a murder ballad. Something that speaks to those shit box trucks throughout Indiana and where I live. So many missing kids and rape vans everywhere.
ABCB Rhyme Meter. 8/6 Syllables alternating.
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lungs gasp
as fish do
when ripped
from the
dark lake
respirators
are still
These blood letters, these horror haiku’s come from many places. True life, imagination, a chance encounter, a nightmare. They are legion. Everywhere you look these poems are red.
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step hard
on the
balls
he paid
extra 4
that touch
remember
no kiss
I like the idea of adding numbers and abbreviations to this format. 17 syllables can pack a punch done right.
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put the
camera
high make
sure they
can’t see
it there
bathrooms
can be
tricky
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cut the
gums slow
ly pull out
the tongue
with due care
spoiled fruit
is avoidable
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the wolf
waits for
her
riding hood
is aware
of him
her knife
needs
to bleed
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pull yr eyes
out slowly
dangle them
on yr wet
face
watch gen
itals burn
A throat punch. Poetry as a shocking and vicious sucker punch. Poetry is dangerous.
Outlaw Poetry 