Ravioli Knights

Infidelity

a Broken Ring,

a Vow

That Means

Nothing Now,

Lies

Like Spread Thighs;

Cottage Cheese For Seasoning.

True

That Should Have Been

Like Glue,

Not

Like Rot

Seven Seasons Dead.

In This Room

I Have Been Held

For the Murders of you

I Thought a Friend

& the Mob Who

Bought It

Trying For my Head.

Just me you See

With a Canned Good

Against you

& Three.

the Misery I With Stood

2 To the Chest

& One Beside the Eye.

Yes,

the 45 Caliber Kind.

to Drain & Die

On This Kitchen Floor

Was Not What I Was Made For.

If I Was to Die

It Was to Be In Battle Sweet

or Between the Legs

of a Lady Riding High.

Not Treachery

Both Foul & Deep.

Luring me With Sex & Song

to the Valley of Sleep;

Having Done

I Went For a Bottle of Beer

& Surprise Who Should I Meet

But 3 Long Shadows

Waiting There For me.

Flash,

Flash,

Flash,

Down I Was InDeed,

Blood Red Agony,

Not a Breath to Breathe,

Pain Bright Dizzying.

Laying There Wondering

If This Was the End For me,

the Vest Had Not Held

& Crimson Was Blossoming.

They Left to Check & See,

To Get the Stuff to Dismantle me.

In the Tub to Bleed

& Then the Cutting;

No, No,

Not For me

As I Slipped Ravioli In a Sock.

First,

I Came to Crush your Skull

my Lovely Little Girl.

Then the Man

Who Came to Gut me Like a Pig

& Then the 2

to Help Move.

It Was Such a Gristly Scene,

Had to Be Burning.

I Will Never Forget

That Night.

Standing Above

Those Broken Things

Screaming Triumphantly

As the Kerosene Burned Bright,

Ravioli Nights

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