Short Gangrenous Poems

Gangrenous decay
Hideous creeping movements
Odour of rotting flesh
Ulcerated weeping sores
Longing for meat from the grave

Jack Horne for Russell's Challenge contest, 8th October...

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Unguarded by the living now,
The castle stood.
Drawbridge dangling.
Tongued mouth reaching outward.
Crenulations gnawing, 
The stark gray sky.
Rime-covered battlements
Coated with gangrenous moss moan.
With a banshee’s howl through apertures
Where archers once stood....

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Gruesome as Judas cradle growl,
I dabble in gore thereby.

Everyday Norse hannibalish,
so my ribs outward,
exposed flesh, gangrenous.

I beg water, I chew my tongue
Schwedentrunk painful,
Junked, revealed, confessed to. 

The immense crux pain,
till my stomach bloated up....

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Even the ghosts have faded now,
splashes of gray like shadows
in a child's diorama.
They slip in and out of mortared cracks 
in my mind,
seeking a validation
I cannot besrow.
But they must remain in
their graves,
Wrapped in their gangrenous
shrouds, pursuing
redemption without me....

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The encumbrance of
life
Copious and
never-ending
A leaching
gangrenous wound
In need of
dismemberment
From his torpid soul

The medicinal
elixirs have raped
the mind
And replaced it with
a dense syrup 
That makes
cognition, onerous 
He cares for nothing
Feels nothing—is
nothing

A means to an end
Has him captivated
Fixated on the task
Relief is at hand
But he lacks the
strength and courage...

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IMPOSITION OF PAIN

you come calling
banging on my bangs
at the midnight hour
cupping my countenance 
roughly in your hands
scraping more suffering
haranguing harder and harder
my head harasses the pillow
with an eternal tick tock
you shower me with increasing pressure
taunt me with moments of despair
kick it up a notch
chime in my rhyme
i grimace at  your gangrenous grin

orange hues open my eyes
sky’s skewed

Kim Rodrigues © 2017...

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They're really masked buzzards
singing sweetly like pretty larks
until they plunge a blunt black beak
deep inside your giving heart.
Once your fully bled dry
you'll be fed talons of worthless gems
gangrenous oxygen from broken harps-

Over your bones they'll hiss strange melodies
dump your bones in a shallow bowl 
of their own making.
They'll have a victory smoke over your expense
its best to quickly close every valve 
and never-never let them in....

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Smitten


He was smitten with love for her;
by that arrow deep and sure.
A gooey warmth between them;
filling the heart all within.

But, loves shaft, festered, stinking foul;
to gangrenous, aching howl.
Through steamy glass his love moaned;
as he stood outside alone.

Those barbs cannot be reversed;
holding fast in a soul feeling cursed.
 Longing for the lost one gone, 
to the breast of a different one.

Love hates separating pain;
so forgives again and again....

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Dear virus
don't you think you've had your fill
maybe its time to move on
why couldn't you have been
a friendly chap
with symptoms of happiness
sense of well being
greater love and compassion 
for one another
appreciation for god
closer to the spirit
not the gnashing flesh.

Instead of social distancing
we'd draw closer
but you've turned us into lepers
scurrying from one another
pointing fingers in the shadows
gangrenous hearts
hoarding-hardening
our invisible
death....

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