strappado

nocturnal hell

2007-10-22T15:30:00.000-07:00

lights out
in the distance an
other small white
mouse steps lightly on
your ear whispering
let me (re)clount the
ways

by fire or water. by
hanging or axe. by
knife or lead in the
shape of a bullet or
in your plumbing. by
strangulation or
fear. by freezing or
boiling your guts or
rotting your plot. by
hunger or plague or
stealing your reasons
to breathe

the little white
mouse then treads
gently across your
face unto your other
ear & whispers let
me tell you when

f.o.d (fuck of death)

2007-10-11T01:46:00.000-07:00

was i to
write this
poem it would
probably be too
much death
metal for any
one not to
growl it

tortured souls

2007-10-11T01:41:00.000-07:00

a giant poodle

parasites

2007-10-08T14:14:00.000-07:00

what if she
told you they

come in colours
& many different

shapes? a city
gone to ground or

settling in beneath
the waves. biting

both birch & dust. the
proverbial one no

less. & nessie re
mains where

ever she was a
few minutes a

go

the curse

2007-10-08T14:07:00.000-07:00

was inflicted on
her purse. & to
make things
worse it started
rhyming. no

more. or to even the
score. the oar soared
off from the open
sores opened out
between the
ores. that wild

boar whispering bore
me bend me drug
me rape me. be
fore the war. & after
the fire ceased. julius

stood swiftly up

strappado

2007-08-26T00:30:00.000-07:00

much ado about
a strapped up young
lad. just cut him
down & make a
run for it. leave
the uniforms to
work out the de
tails. de
railing their train
of thought. at an
excessive pace. lazily
flipping through the
channels. a canal
dug through your
kitchen. going
where?

maim to please

2007-08-20T16:50:00.000-07:00

who? you? i
dearly hope
not. un
less you maim
me to please

who? do you
know such
people? do
you want
to know such

people? &
do i want
to know you
know such
people?

one foot in the grave

2007-08-11T15:55:00.000-07:00

& the other in the
sea. sitting at a table
in the shade. young
face all wrinkled with
delight. talking in his
very own tongue to the
sparrows & the flowers
& the house & the
wind. listening intently
to the cars. might they
have some
thing interesting to
add to the conversation? the
train stops at every
farm on the short
distance between the
towns. & the foot in the
grave is moved to a near
by island before

tyrant of hell

2007-07-30T19:15:00.000-07:00

or of earth. or of
some piece of land or
other. leave us in
peace. to our own
devices. to our own
mornings. with
coffee probably too
strong for our own
good. & bizarre local
radio stations. waiting

death dealer

2007-07-30T19:10:00.000-07:00

one for you & one
for you & one for
the lady in the
back & just may
be a little one for
you in the shark
skin suit

now if you want any
more just come
back to me

tales of the macabre

2007-07-27T14:25:00.000-07:00

politics
love (between
two people) border
controls borders
loneliness (not
chosen) makers of
norms the wrong
town

want more?

where is hamidur
rahman?

the what & how

2007-07-27T14:20:00.000-07:00

in 1987 slaughter, a wild canadian trio, released their only album titled strappado. as far as i know they then split up. the album has stayed with me these 20 years & now it's time to openly build a small series of poems based upon the titles of the twelve songs