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Blood on the Wall

One�sloppy spoon
of bravado
one cup of madness
and the phantom poet lives

With icy tongs
plucking words white hot
freed from the inferno of creation
to sizzle in your heart

Eye candy
writ waiting
to custard pie your mind

By line three
if you are mine
the sham
of lingering resistance
will be that pastry shell
you choke over

So smile
or whimper at my whim
as I manipulate
the tension in your strings

See
how stealthily
they were attached
The secret glue
is my blood
freshly advertised
on these walls

Read on
lest we remain
paupers in thought together
for I have come to wake your child
to drag it shaking
from the cosy of its nest

In worlds of wonder
there beats an itsy-bitsy heart
where death's the cheapest meal
life the dearest expense

Next time
I'll adjust my gloves
but only if you promise
you shall always
return for more
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