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A Poem by Alpris






blades that cut ghostly slits in the horizon's piss,
                a shovel with cherry and chocolate icing,
    a torn rag and a tape recorder.




bullied clothes forced to leave trembling, quivering toy with tears
                a set of wailing stairs and telltale hinges that groan the child's pulse
                                         a harsh hand, or four, with a promising wake.




ever-dry teeth burnt against the scarf's rage
               'few threats here and there, babyblue cotton blushing its fear
                                      a peppered sprinkle of excuses to leave the flare of the
                                unkind.
                                 



lemon doused laughs on ever-whinging body of cat's cream
               hazelnut threads banished from scalp, arms, legs and irked labia curtains
   the fine dining on crunchy Cabernet cloth of silk and 
                      melted marble.
                            
                                  


      
                        it was only our wet with blood dream and reality


shut up, she says
                to the wild olive in question,
                                or ill forget myself and hit you one.    


now, though; that olive's mouth is already occupied.
   the sun wipes its last drop of saliva away
                           on the night's dandruffed navy quilt.










© 2012 Alpris


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I absolutely hate the subject matter described in this work, but it exists as events inCroydon this week have demonstrated only too well, and they do need to be explored.
This poem certainly does that, and is totally fearless in doing so. With a subtlety that indicates a master at work one is transported to a dark sinister place, and we are given an insight into the minds of sadistic killers. Trully chilling. Superb.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alpris

12 Years Ago

You think so? I actually took you into the mind of a sadistic master? That makes me feel good. Thank.. read more
Pól

12 Years Ago

No, you are the master.



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I like the oddness and the surrealism, but the mention of "piss" several times was strangely out of place to me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I absolutely hate the subject matter described in this work, but it exists as events inCroydon this week have demonstrated only too well, and they do need to be explored.
This poem certainly does that, and is totally fearless in doing so. With a subtlety that indicates a master at work one is transported to a dark sinister place, and we are given an insight into the minds of sadistic killers. Trully chilling. Superb.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alpris

12 Years Ago

You think so? I actually took you into the mind of a sadistic master? That makes me feel good. Thank.. read more
Pól

12 Years Ago

No, you are the master.

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Alpris
Alpris

Auckland, New Zealand



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