Submissions by literatedictator

Disaster is
A swing of the hip
A lick of the lips
A brush of the hair
Away.

She flirts with me, enticing,
The rosiest perfume
Smelling stronger
Than a goddamn bouquet.

Clever fingers and crafty
Tricks with the tongue;
Cherry stem.  
And quietly she whispers
And deafeningly loud
Nature calls…
A stirring, an urge, an
irresistible desire-
no, a need.
A need.
A need.

And all I can do
is throw down the cards
and pack up and leave
(I had four aces,
and the pot was more
than a...

They whisper revolution
like sparks whispering to grass
almost afraid to ignite,
yet spurred by an incurable urge.
But it has
Ignited.

Bodies are lobbed burning,
mutilated,
twisted beyond recognition,
cascading from rooftops
in their final macabre act.
We scream and we weep,
hiding in cellars like
pack rats
as the men march
in their calamities
(custom tailored
in the bloody fashion of the day)
Their oiled guns screech murder
Eyes yelling rage
hearts burning in hate
And their boots rise
rise...

S          L          B
C         (a         L
O        gen        I
R          tl          S
N          e          S
D          t          C
E           r          O
P          ickle      M
R          of          P
E          blo        A
S          oo         S
S          dr          S
I          un          I
O          ning      O
N          dow      N
H          nh         R
A          erf         E
T          ace)      G
R          O          R
E          V          E
D          E          T

Now the door
     is open,
          waiting-
Cheap ink preserved on
      worthless foreign
          paper-
The stairs are
     listening intently,
          expectant-
His colours have been
     once again pressed and
          aired-
Logs in the hearth
     almost ready to burst
          into flaming tears-
The outfit he wears
     buried beneath
          our loving memories-
Three years and though
     they may say otherwise-
he’s still alive.
      ...he has to be.