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The Ripper Mar 2016
If I
were to write
an  a u t o b i o g r a p h y,
would you shlick your eyes to it?
Glean my every molecule from it's pages;
pick your meat biters with my ribs,
run out and tell the world
all about this
unknown.
The Ripper Mar 2016
Inside that
cylindrical container,
a pseudo survival;
j u s t   a    little   m o r e   s e a s o n:
tongue the span of human nature,
take it out for a spin; like you own it,
stick a fork in it!
These eyes are vacant;
Death is home
now.
The Ripper Mar 2016
Sole paragon,
dreamland inamorata,
spend a moment;
drovvn me in your vvaters.
Slake this surreptitious tongue,
before it turns to dust,
guide my hands hovv you see fit;
there's no reason to not.
Love can get you high
but ...
       I
          vvill
                  travel
                      ­       as
                                   lovv
                             as
                    you
         vvant.
The Ripper Mar 2016
I had no idea that we were this pathetic,
stranded on our emotions -
Lending out what we erstwhile harvested for keeping,
hoping for something new;
among this debris,
that we call ...
LOVE.
The Ripper Mar 2016
Send to press,
   this late night killer,
      fearful tears; a thick marrow:
                           deep respire,
                     O' claw at straw;
                  an animal instinct,
              tsk,tsk.
          Eyes tonight,
       blotted out;
         reason is mine.
            You: bound,
               distended;
                  beautifully,
                     bleu.
The Ripper Mar 2016
Clearly               I AM
  it must          not I
   be             who knows

your truth
  so why seek
     approval
outside of
       perfection
          for such things
                        that creek
                   in the dark
      beyond the reach
of your nightlight
The Ripper Mar 2016
You
         fell
                into
                         my seductive oil slick
                                              saturated
                                           by
                                     my
black loveless glare

I
s l a s h e d and tore at all I could in you
stole
parts
of
you
that you didn't even know you had

I wear your skin as a suit now
you're my prized deer so to speak
tracked
              tricked
                            hunted
                                           consumed
buckle for me
under my weight

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