Bacio Della Morte

Fedora lays loosely    
crimson hued    
burnt specks rising residue    
perhaps it's the    
black talon phlebotomy,    
   
a Yale cigar still clenched    
in chattering teeth    
rigor-mortis concerto.    
   
Galante no more    
Capo di tutt'i Capo    
arrivederci    
testa di cazzo.    
   
La mano nera    
holding ace of spades.    
   
you piccione the word    
on the street be    
you flipped 25 with an L    
loose lipped rubacchiare,    
   
started out a button man    
rose through the ranks    
a good earner got hooked on eroina    
made a play for higher up    
thunderstruck claiming Jupiter's    
power now fester in disarray.    
   
cold sinewed Gehenna    
awaits Diavolo too,    
they say a coward    
dies a thousand deaths    
a snitch dies when greed gets    
greenly in his eyes,    
   
rubicon derivative    
for your introspective    
percussive ego    
feast  on rancid meat    
in the  inferno    
of lecherous tyranny.    
   
Speakeasy of the streets    
be you back peddled    
joining the chorus of canaries 
    
dropping dimes on the dark shine    

rat bastard malignancy,
    
   
press rewind on the low rise  
of high tide
 double tap  
toe tagged  
closed casket 
  
black hand  
never ceases  
cold creases    

mother on knees  
rivers she weeps,
    
   
Colombian neck ties    
for your kids if they get wise    

garroted stupefied calculated demise 

vengeance is always mine,
    
   
hit the mattresses    
blowback madness
    
Cosa Nostra schematics    
master savage    
first reaction on second ascension,    
   
wraith depleted    
senescence resplendent    
stipulated sentence    
coagulated hesitance,    
   
tongue whored schmuck    
Chicago typewriter    
Swiss cheesed hellfire.


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