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The Fourth

You imagine bruising the bully who once burned you with the firecracker down your pants -- beating then cutting him, exposing the bone and watching him bleed as you fork him onto the barbecue -- as the coals spit their fireworks: everything red, white and blue. Grill marks stark as prison bars on the meat as you celebrate your freedom and imagine.    
July 4, 2012Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems1 Comment
Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems

My Zombie Haiku: All Halloween Day and Night Long

  Happy official Halloween day.  I have a lot of work to do this afternoon.  But I'm going to personally challenge myself to write at least one horror haiku poem an hour (at minimum) and post it on my twitter page all day long...till midnight. I'm giving them all a zombie theme, partially inspired by the recent release of the sequel to Ryan Mecum's great Zombie Haiku book from a few years ago:  Dawn of Zombie Haiku and all the great #zombiehaiku he's been publishing on twitter himself over the past few days. To read the zombie haiku, you can…
October 31, 2011Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems
Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems

Fortune Cookie: A Parable

The waiter brought us our check on a little silver tray, bowing while politely setting it beside my plate. Atop the scribbled paper were two fortune cookies, wrapped in wax paper, which suggested they were homemade. "Oooh," Paul said from across the table, reaching out. I playfully slapped his hand away. "I already told you, Paul. Dinner's on me." He kept his hand wavering in the air. "That doesn't mean you get all the cookies." He went for the tray again. I moved it out of his reach -- which was fairly easy because he was sloshed on pear wine.…
July 25, 2011Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems3 Comments
Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems

Creasing His Collar

she leans into it sweating over the board pushing the pointed weight with a smile satisfied by the feel of stainless steel sliding smooth across the neckline she plunges her thumb into the red button savoring the drama of the steam burst the gurgling scream of heat and horror beneath her hands the fabric fizzles and his collar crisps starched stiff and nicely browned with what's left of his jugular blood percolating in the steamer
April 10, 2011Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems1 Comment
Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems

Don’t Stop Bleeding

Just a vampire girl Livin' in a zombie world She took the midnight train Goin' anywhere Just a city boy Dead and raised in south Detroit He took a bite of brain Goin' anywhere Find a human in a smoky room The smell of blood and cheap perfume For a lifetime they can share the night It goes on and on and on and on Strangers shuffling Up and down the boulevard Shadows searching In the night Undead people Living just to find emotion Feasting somewhere In the night Slurping hearts till the lust's fulfilled Everybody's out to kill Doin'…
January 18, 2010Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems12 Comments