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Feed [the witch hunt]
They enter [muted]
the room drops silver chimes
announcing the black bride waltz
her blonde hair slashed short
teased into a bloody bouquet
of severed serpent heads
her charcoal eyes weep
into a skeleton hand obscuring her face
flamingo legs step stones in stilettoes
echoing the stabbing death of atmosphere
the bearded man in her wake
appears misplaced and unkempt
he pauses on the threshold
thinking if he should turn away
and melt into the [december] sun
but he has nowhere to go, now
it’s too late… no regrets
are the words that flicker
in the holes in his head
I show them to a table for two
but she shakes her head
like a feeding shark
and points to the booth by the bar
the unlikely couple sit in opposing corners
curiosity strung from nervous tension
watching the grinning time bomb
waiting for the alcohol to explode
and when spirits lubricate their flow, a posse
of nightmare clowns emerge from the shadows
ranting at pictures lining the restaurant walls
[possessed] with flirts of laughter
the couple finger each other’s scars
until she exposes her heart
scribed in his words with [invisible] ink…
so it can glow in the dark
like the cheshire cat, she grins
table top dancing appropriately undressed
his date begins to slow grind the air
feeding on his raw unseasoned face
while patrons feast on the debauchery
served precariously in salt and pepper lines
the enigma [chef] appears in a lick of flames
flexed cannons, blazing technicolour arms
the slick beast breathing cuban plumes
with anabolic veins injecting junk into his brain
[i]when I see his blade I know
he’s her cutter, hunting me down
because I dared to dream of cutting her free
cornered in the booth, across the girl
I thought I knew, she now thrives
in chanting curse to her lonely muse
saving nothing but a stolen face
poison lips and perfect tits
[&] so the masterpiece
of her catastrophe unfolds
the cutter pinning me down onto nine alters
with the blade of her killer, cutting me open
like a fish, I’m gutted, my carcass thrown down
onto the ground, so the clowns
from the shadows can feed
as I die in honour
grinning at the beauty
of her mess.
Published 12th Sep 2013
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Anonymous
12th Sep 2013 7:22pm
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13th Sep 2013 2:57am
I know what you mean. I had to have a kip after I got this bad boy down. This piece taunted the fuck out of me all day.
Out of the pain I think there is something positive to take away from this piece. Thanks heaps Theo for reading and for your comments.
Out of the pain I think there is something positive to take away from this piece. Thanks heaps Theo for reading and for your comments.
Anonymous
12th Sep 2013 7:25pm
Wow Mr. Case, very nice scribe. Dark, deep and rich with incredible imagery.
13th Sep 2013 3:01am
Anonymous
12th Sep 2013 7:39pm
killer scribe Case
everyone feeds, everyone eats
Strider
everyone feeds, everyone eats
Strider
13th Sep 2013 3:04am
...and some get caught in the middle of the frenzy.
Cheers Strider, I really appreciate you taking the time to read this piece and thanks heaps for commenting. :)
Cheers Strider, I really appreciate you taking the time to read this piece and thanks heaps for commenting. :)
12th Sep 2013 7:51pm
You've stepped up your game, Case. Tight structure, good tension, scary as hell.
Woah...
Woah...
13th Sep 2013 3:15am
Far out, Atakti. I'm so stoked with your feedback. It wasn't planned, but I guess I'm warming up for a dip in the dark depths of the Fire Lakes. ;)
12th Sep 2013 8:07pm
Excellent detail and imagery. It draws the reader right into it. Being the spectator at the table. Such familiarity.
An excellent write Alexander.
An excellent write Alexander.
13th Sep 2013 3:27am
Geez, Magdalena. :) Thank you so much. I've spent a lot of time on the road this week and had a lot of time to think.
The speed drives my inspiration... it was a long trip home, I had to keep pulling over to write down the lines.
I think you get me... always. ;)
The speed drives my inspiration... it was a long trip home, I had to keep pulling over to write down the lines.
I think you get me... always. ;)
13th Sep 2013 1:24pm
14th Sep 2013 10:49pm
I really love writing on paper, scribbling out words, drawing arrows, inserting words, rewriting lines and stanzas over and over. There is something about this method that lures out the poem. It gives me flow. :)
12th Sep 2013 11:00pm
I think Alexander just kicked all our poetic butts with this one.... :)
13th Sep 2013 3:29am
Anonymous
13th Sep 2013 1:51am
Holy shit... this is one hell of a poem. The theme of being possessed and fighting off any attempts to be set free, the punishment for being the one to try...amazing work.
Fuck me, Minou!!! That's one hell of a comment!!! Thank you so much for adding this piece to your reading list, it means a lot. Oh yeah, you nailed the theme. :)
14th Sep 2013 8:50am
I can only aspire to birth such imagery in my own future works... Fantastic!
14th Sep 2013 10:42pm
Well, you'll find plenty of inspiration, workshops and competitions here on DU to help hone your writing skills. My writing has improved more in the past 3 months than it has in over 20 years of writing for myself locked away in my study.
Thanks heaps for commenting and adding this piece to your reading list.
Welcome to DU.
Thanks heaps for commenting and adding this piece to your reading list.
Welcome to DU.
14th Sep 2013 4:35pm
deliclious, I read this on the Friday night and didn't have time to add a comment. But the images and metaphors
was the right spice for a most deeply rich scary as poem:-) Epic!
Thanks
G
was the right spice for a most deeply rich scary as poem:-) Epic!
Thanks
G
14th Sep 2013 10:46pm
The timing of this piece was impeccable. :)
Thank you so much for your awesome comments Glynis. I'm really stoked you added this piece to your reading list.
Thank you so much for your awesome comments Glynis. I'm really stoked you added this piece to your reading list.
