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

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.