"The thane of fife had a wife,
And where is she now?"

...She's dead,
...She's dead,
...She's dead,

And now she's in heaven or hell,
Probably hell.

re-enter macbeth,
                                          re-enter macduff...

let's just keep it at that,
i can't be bothered to rewrite verbatim...

as i already said:
for me shakespeare is *macbeth alone...

    i have no pity or heart
alone, to mind
having to cite the other plays
as worth settling a guise
of the conclusive genius....

i just kept myself encrusted
in macbeth, and in macbeth
alone, to steer from the pompous
regurgitations of future generations...
to keep a scorn, a fraction of
shakespeare's "lost" oeuvre,
this sort of "escapism"?
keeps the artist to be most intact...
people ought to know:
the artist is finicky, & thereby picky...
and therefore expects this
audience to be likewise:

truant of the oeuvre -
     while the fan of a certain work:
the point: within reminder of an
undertaking: atheism; better:

accursed be that tongue that tells
me so,
         for it hath cow'd my better part of man:
and be these juggling fiends no more
believ'd,
     that palter with us in a double sense;
that keep the word of promise to our ear,
    and break it in our hope.

i'll keep my word, and recite no more.

A Trojan horse. As Cleopatra in a carpet
Enters hidden on a breath
Incubus; droplet alien drawn in,
sets about its work; brooding job to do.

Awaken a little stiff, sweat and grog
A scratchy throat; a swollen lymph
Shower power, rinse and coffee makes well.
No. Twas not to be this false alarm, I’d grabbed.

Working fast now, growing, flooding
like snow melt hitting parched desert.
Seeping into cracks; changing blood-scapes.
Reprographic virus; dissociative – to thrive.

A false pardon was granted this morning
Cruel deception, such as played on Nick Bottom
teased mind into belief; a surge of relief,
Just early morning rust; blow away sleep dust.

I am sick of it now, the sickness; the bug.
My alien visitors; my too close encounter
making things smell wrong – like vinegar
and my nose pop as each side turns to unblock.

As big screen drama – epic plays out in my mind.
The white cells; the soldiers wiping out alien-kind
Dualling MacDuff and MacBeth in Dunsinane cell
Waging battle within me; my man-flu living hell.

©pofacedpoetry Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) all right’s reserved

The king was but livestock,
given to the next in line.
His death was a tragedy,
but another arose from it.
chaos uprooted justice,
and bit by corrupted bit,
the monarch transformed.

A demon came from the monarch,
just as a saint had come from the king.
However, since the king was ill livestock,
the monarch would drop like a rock.

Hail Macduff!
Hail the one who hath slain
a most fearsome demon!

A wise man once said.
Turn a person into a narcissist.
Hell never find a pharmacist
With as much.
Passion. Love and charm he has...
But than again.
When a narcissist looks to hard and ****. Into his own reflection.
He becomes a **** inside the garden of the misfortunate.
It's so stereotyped.
But I support this type of condemnation in a sense but its....
More like even evil ****** like narcissists.
Have a human root.
Like baby groot
Beneath their garments n



I spent time eradicating vampires.
From my fathers barnyard while those fanged retards were always
Starting ****.
Till I learned that food to them. Is the goat they bought to slaughter next.
And we as humans
Eat the goat
So who's a monster to a Martian shitttg.....


It means a killer can change his stripes.
A ****** can change his life.
I car jacker
Or ******* jack can find sanctum in his life
..
It's like the murderes the monster.
But were the ones who made him

Than caged him.
Lifting weights became
his day job.
So he learned to **** people for pay off
*** when he was young his daddy didn't earn as much as Bernie macduff.
He felt inclined to follow friends.
And raid piggy banks
No need for day jobs.
*** thugs he knew
Made more from coke
Than the prime minister made
From taking scams
To fly his plane off....
He swore if he made it out the preversive indifference.
A racially motivated hate mob
Including prisons.
Loan offices and teachers thinking he was way off.
That hed prove that equality exists.
Or at least the semblance.
Of face talks.
With the race topic
Hot buttoned.
Face logic
And he still kills it