Robert Breen

The body moves as if Jell-O in our hands.
Intense heat makes it so small.
What was once hair
shrivels tight to the skull.
The char falls, exposes
steamed white flesh and bone.
The sweet pungent odor
stings the nostrils.
You learn fast to mouth-breathe.

We place the fetal corpse
inside the red neoprene bag.
We tighten and buckle the leather straps.
The coroner places the body on the gurney.
The chaplain makes a sign

And what about the match?
The one who sets a fire.
Is commonly called the match. 


At the station,
I hose down the inside of the red burse.
And watch the spirit of a mother’s child,
Hold tight to the bars of the floor.

A moment that will arise in bed between the sheets
The time of passion with reaction that can’t be beat
A man picks up a woman who was sitting alone at the bar
He saw an opportunity and was going to take advantage and go far
The man slipped a drug in the woman’s drink
Before the woman knew it, she passed out and no time to think
The man carried the woman to his room
It was definitely going to be a moment being soon
The man later loosened up the woman’s clothes
He quickly made his advance
It was an opportunity being chance
Awoken from the on going ******
The woman’s heart pounding from the acceleration of must
Suddenly the woman urged the man to stop
Yet he remained focused by staying on top
The woman screamed for help
But her screams were only an echo being transparent
Yet more force into enforce
The bed started shaking hard again the wall
The noise could be heard all out in the hall
Other guest listened through the wall to explore
But something just wasn’t right
There was a quietness of no sound in sight
The Police were summoned immediately
They knocked on the door, but there was no answer for sure
The Police burse the door open, and found the woman unconscious
The man escaped through a window being obvious
The woman was taken to the hospital for examination
This was a case of ******* being the indication
Precaution, if you are a woman in a bar, don’t lose sight of your drink
The end result, you won’t have time to think nor wink
But the worse scenario, death
Take your drive wherever you move
Watch the man stalker as he is trying to be smooth
Listen and follow your instincts as your chapter could be a final conclude.

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on the summers eve looking in at loyal burse factions
Processions begin yet Osiris is surveyor saucier and candor
Raging fool zincous celestian
Let's not retain the momentum
These words your best I don't know you're saying you've been sent?
Revel in the spice however good the singing interlude for the perfect
accompaniment to inertia of the ditty that offers you as food
Implications compuctional wolves of deeper assonance than assume
assertive amnesty abeyance azalea in full bloom
Dancing fool cenobite weapon
Let us not pick it up from where this did begin
Fall and roll without every word radiating succinct functioning devour
Raff merchant of veritas thoughts elimination vary on the absurd
and less than irate on the hour
This you've been writing and maybe didactic armour though not of the trochaic pentameter
Earless spools of threatening human remains scavenged by servers and wires
Simpleton fool wisecracking presbyter
Do not as you know you should'nt I defer
As the bodies appel epiphanal life derives and acquires that dottle of omnibus foolery
Begin again virtue of versatility you've waddled through the chicanery
For soon this fool's comic rapture shall be the stain of your treacherous
Raging fool zincous celestian
Lets maybe retain the momentum