Sunset On The Cul De Sac

A pestilence took Jenny.

Our dolls' heads puked and did 360's.

Dad dumped Mom.

Bitches blew up his phone.

Kool Kat said,  pulp Jenny for a spell book.

Sun Rayz got her period.

I had a cool scab.

Doctor Rover couldn't save Jenny.

Mom's on bath salts.

Cloe kissed me for practice.

Damn the mosquitoes. 

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a bit of foolishness for day 20

and for my BFF's flash 55 party.

Break The Sugar Stick

Break the sugar stick,
Spice the thorn;
Split the night bloom
Two, then four.

Your kiss is the cat with the blood-bird held--
Your promise is the Gypsy with the well-oiled wheel;
Press me, honey, to the walls of the well,
Where the brick-water sweats and the rot-fruits peel.

Sewer flowers vased
On the table by the bed;
Six red hens
On the white sheets, dead.

Break the sugar stick,
Spice the thorn;
Love me for a little,
Then never any more.
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this one is your fault, Brendan. you got me thinking about the undead.