Bloggedhead: 2023

i shot carol vaughn the year of some goddamned animal

precisely in the early morning of an all rosès august fifteen

a chinaman would confirm the foul beast for such faithless year

and provide an array of morbid details to feed the imaginary

of the gluttonous bunch ever unmollified with these sort of affairs

likewise someone of trust could conjure up more ready ingredients

on the matter _enter here your doting yoga instructor priest

or friendly impostor at large anyone to get it better in stride

like it was in my fortune cookie plain as daylight

tuesday it read the hour was 6:06:06 _

she had no chance and i couldn`t miss_

we lay to love embraced with fire

inbetween not a shadow

feeling not the heat of darkness suffocate us to one last sigh

and fade to nothing

nothing is gonna save me

though i was up before the hour by forethought

i shall never tell the truth

i shot carol dead when she turned up to look as she was laying in bed

she saw me holding her twentytwo carbine in my hands and said –no

emil don`t do it- i raised the gun took aim and shot her bang in the head

it was thrust back and away and bounced straight back to its sky dig

with eyes half shut disparate

i tried to close them with my hand but they stayed as they were

and her body shook violently for a bit with gurgling sounds

and heavy breathing before returning to silence

then a thin stream of blood appeared out of her right nostril

and ran above the lip on the side of her face

and a trickle of blood runneth out of her ear unto the bed

one last out of her right eye stopped at her cheek midway

like a crimson tear…farewell

and i can say i have fared well like hell

the rest can be surmised by news reports made public or hearsay

nothing and never

hell`s gonna miss me gehena shall turn me to dust

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