Best Strangler Poems

somewhere along the evolutionary spectrum
some wires were crossed &
when s/he realized their utter disgust for humanity
coupled with an urge for blood & guts
(all the things...

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This is my story, the strangler untold.
I, Al DeSalvo strangled 13 women totaled.
I struck within the night of day,
leaving not one clue astray.
Confessing to these...

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They once met upon a poetry site,
shared romantic words by computer light.
His poems of rose pedals and floating doves,
her verses of broken hearts and jilted...

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In the dead of this cold foggy night,
is this the spirit of Jack the Ripper
or the Boston Strangler prowling 
the silent streets...
or someone’s imagination running...

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I wear a veil of iron mesh,
it sheilds me from sensation,
it's like the one that Jackie wore
after Jack's assassination.

I was just a youngster then,
but, deep...

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Far away from our little village
In the middle of green paddy field
On the small mound the banyan tree was
Beneath calm and sweet shadow of green...

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Flies past my window
As if I am a strangler
Is that the new way home?

Peers through the window panes
Of my innermost contemplation
Could that be my ignoble...

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The song of the soul is not jazz
Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience
Its a new day but the world is still the same

Pajamas can create...

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I'm holding in my anger 
Knowing I'd die to be the strangler
Of his sour-little coward-brittle throat 
I'm just mad not literal
But when your dad's a...

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Punk !

Back then we knew what it was
T.V. screens were not our choice
But we sold ourselves
To a fashion
Said it was
Individualism
Just more colourful than the last...

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The future never comes
The past is never done
The junction is where webs are spun
Then duly sewed undone
The frequency, where the free can see
Doesn't arise from...

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Florida Everglades Wind by Mark Mazzarella



Trolling over the deep backwaters of the Everglades, 
turtles snapped and alligators sunned on banks, still as statues. 
The lush...

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Him
Some indecent evening you may see a ferret strangler
While he’s baying at the moon
Horse farts seem a little angrier
If they cannot keep in tune
Ponce across...

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Worried by worry
haunted by my own shadow
in a strangler-world I live!

He came, sat on the throne
for no reason he stuck in mud
around the throne

But left...

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Far as the (ease) 
severely myopic eyes can see,
nothing but polluted atmosphere
where skull and crossbones
memento mori betokens beware,

especially with increasing chronology
mortality becomes crystal clear
existential crisis...

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