Best Putrefied Poems

Two ladies named Jan and named Lin
professed a forgivable sin
they cornered a dragon
wrung her in a flagon
and gave her away as cheap gin

The old dragon's...

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THE ARDINGLY JACKDAWS
The jackdaws know from prudent aviation
As they scan the land for real estate that's prime
In touch with best of value in location
The venerable...

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Ossenburger, the business genius, 
when he graduated from college, 
he started a budget mortuary service.

Five dollars a corpse!
He was the Wal-Mart of death.
Burry ‘em, burn...

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On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale...

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Mind-lashing words steep me deep into your olid casket of rancid oil,
soul, my blistering sore, gangrenous from your slow simmer to break-neck boil.
Pus green rupturing,...

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The devil done put a new face
on an old sales technique
It's brash, it's bold
It's tricky sweet
But it tastes sour, this maggot treat
He swapped the fresh...

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We shall meet again, my friend
in Johannesburg, my friend
After the revolution

Ha! Ha! Ha!
We shall dine on gold plates
And wine on rich red blood

We shall roam...

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THE VULTURE
Scavenging wretch!
With a long neck 
And a stinking breath
Feeding on carcasses of the dead
Bald headed crook with eyes that are red
Eating the putrefied worms...

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Petition

We animals and after mature cogitation
Enunciate bury the hatchet and in peace abide
To the law of the jungle oppose our deprivation
Terminate the masquerade and nature...

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(By the time of the shooting of
"The Misfits", the Miller-Monroe
marriage was in deep trouble.
The Pansy is Montgomery Clift,
The Tusker is John Huston.)

After the Fall

It started...

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SHOOTING DOPE WITH PUDDLE WATER
I was walking through puddles of oatmeal
As other folks drove behind a steering wheel
I was stuck in a park putrefied by...

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“ Does the Angel in the Whirlwind still Direct the Storm ? ”


As blood in rivers of crude black burned
the prophets mourned
and woe upon the...

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Roaming around the mysterious domain of oblivion 
I crept into the caves of pleasure
The crimson joy enveloped me in utter passion
I tried to stand up,...

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The wolves race through the woods...
A melancholic night breathing...
The moon weeping its elegant light...
 As I drown in the lake of uncertainty...

A prodigious night...
Procreating melancholy...
A...

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The Lay of the Land

If my thoughts had wings 
Or better still had arrows and a bow
To pierce your heart
You will open your emerald eyes
As...

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