the wolf
waits for
her
riding hood
is aware
of him
her knife
needs
to bleed
the wolf
waits for
her
riding hood
is aware
of him
her knife
needs
to bleed
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.

stick your
fingers
deep his
eyes are
the weak
est spot
he won’t
feel you
cum
‘blood letters’ are the Haiku’s I write set in dark and disturbing outlaw lands. I’m working to distill the poetic form to a shot of Malort (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeppson%27s_Malört) that punches hard.

the dog
gnaws
the bone
the crib
yawns open
as the
grave
the rattle
is silent
kick him
hard he’s
down stomp
on his grasp
ing fingers
my daughter
is five
Implication and association. This haiku immediately revolts. Grasping fingers and a five year old daughter plus the opening action all lead us to the unthinkable. What has this man done? Why such an extreme action? Our minds immediately conjure up tales of abuse and impropriety. Perhaps not the subject matter for ‘refined’ poetry. This ain’t that.

grey rain
falls
as grease
puddling
thick on
the road
skin melts
in the wet
This is one of a number of ‘blood letters’ i have written as part of my continuing process. 17 syllables outlaw poet Todd Moore styled haiku stories. I’ve a number to come.
A tin of baby teeth
Found under the sink at home
Aren’t my own kids teeth

bob’s got no legs now
after getting one after another
cut off
when his boyfriend married
another man
ritchie took bob for
a new corvette
an escalade
a fancy refrigerator
an old house
a trailer
a flea market business
lotsa money
all for love
bob wanted ritchie
and ended getting
his legs cut off
when he married another man
love is fucking cruel
you want to
punch outside your wait
slamming similes
mashing metaphors
on your way to being a
punch-drunk poet
read, write, fuck
find new meaning
in the every day
push harder
write faster
feel longer
put words down
cut ‘em up
bunch ‘em
sharpen your teeth
and share your shit
just doing the work means showing up and getting it done not everything is gonna be perfect but every once in a while u find a perfect moment that does something u never expected and that is magic and will last forever – if u let it
writing is too important to have critics sd ben smith so don’t waste words or gush and don’t be sloppy and don’t waste words and speak street and chew asphalt and don’t pull any punches and don’t waste words