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Harold Rizla Oct 2014
Come a little closer...


View the news and
gourge on the slide show
Pluck every strand that you
need from the rainbow:
Take away the voyeurs stance
and get up front and personal

In their face and just above
the bleeding cavity..

Now drink in the depravity

Bend down and peer inside
A beating heart did there reside
Collateral damage
She'll never clock eight

Nor any of nine
ten or eleven..

Stare into dilated eyes
to know these
acts of retribution
and feel aoerta showered
flower blossoms

Pool at your feet:

They're not yours to keep but
it won't be long before
you're knee deep in blame and

Reminiscing all the outrage
and the planes
and how those
Towers fell
The tracks of claret
on the Tube
And double deckered
burnt out shells
The back pack carnage
in Madrid
The ******* of
Islamists
Of course
you never
ever thought

Revenge
would only

lead to this..

You just need to
move those toes
and spy how she flows to
the rivers of many
to find out:

You're shrapnel.

A not so ******* smart bomb
who's been looking for a
victim, screaming

Faceless'll do fine...



Well not this time.



©HaroldRizla
This just...in...
     Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
     Highland Manor mission control...
     I reed you soft and vague...,
     why...lace hymn ha shoes,
bless ma hush puppies tongue,
     and save my unglued soul
lettuce be hoed - heal thee

     bountiful cobbler skills,
     and declare today
     a salad day holiday,
     yea..and please ex queues
me, but how boot we
     even invite a troll,
     the nastiest, meanest,
     and leanest, and moost a muse

zing, (plus all three Bill
     Goats Gruff - no kidding)
     in order to celebrate
     Matthew Scott Harris,
     cuz he accomplished,
     an ear raking impossible goal
only unscathed
     with moderate injury

     limited to both Achilles heal,
     whereas his little duffed feet...
     suffered toe till
     black deckered bruise
according to emergency
     medic Doctor Scholl
oh...no...,..."crackling noise,"
     the on call ambulance

     just gave me more
     devastating clues
he broke down in tears,
     and **** in con soul
able, no matter he scored
     a victorious dues,
where matthew didst payless
     than three dollars

     at Liberty Thrift store
     snagging snug as
     a bug in a rug,
     and perfect fit
     ting akin to gloved hand
just like brand "new"
     slightly pre worn sneakers
     (big toenail graces

     foremost edge),
yet the sorrowful downside
     left size nine hole
in his heart, cuz final respect
     paid during vespers service
and after open casket views
in somber regard to

     battered, critically most
     raggedy in the whole
world wide web,
     those knockabout "sneaks"
tattered e'en nosed turned up,
     sans Snoop doggy dog chews.

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