Death, Sex and Violence (Darkness)
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Please note that some of these poems have rather violent content so I would like to warn all readers to practice discretion; especially towards those poems with an asterik. Not for the faint hearted.
Language may be offensive.
The Cold Night

The cold wind shakes me
Like a mad man shaking a Pyrethrum
Brutality upon the debilitated
Petals didder in momentum

a vehement cough
sends my bones reverberating
the convulsive rage of wind sweeping the calender off the shelf
rampageous creating

the curtain lends hands - a savage slap
as I try to close the window

Vicious and ruffianly as my enemy maybe
I managed to keep it out

now snugged safely in bed
I lay and ponder to myself
when will this cold snap end?

Pyrethrum: spring-flowering garden perennial of Asiatic origin having finely divided aromatic leaves and white to pink-purple flowers; source of an insecticide; sometimes placed in genus Chrysanthemum.
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