13 September 2011

Like A Dagger


I abandoned rhyme

As I abandoned reason

I like my words jagged

As crocodile teeth

Dirty as a whore’s tongue

Rabid as the breath

Of infected dogs

That rut in the street

I don’t require prettifying

Or disinfecting

Keep those nice words

For old ladies

To sprinkle on their cakes

I want you to feel me

In you

I have no time

For ambiguity

Or tickling ears

I want to ram my words

Right down your throat

One day I’ll find the beat

That forces the rhythm

Of my concoction

Into your heart

Like a fucking dagger



  1. This is my cup of tea, a territory you rule. in the bulls eye. Finest of the Master

  2. Decisively Sliced
    Incisively knifed
    So delicious and nice

  3. Thank you all for your rapier like observations.