"strangler" poems
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Cohesion has been fragmented,
merely an old dissolved memory.
A shroud darker than pitch black
heralds the omni-directional strangler,
seeking to crush the fragile neck
and slowly asphyxiate the minds reality.
The turbulence of mute non-existence,
trapped in an endless glass sphere,
a cold snow-globe paper weight,
screaming for the end of the world.
Terror dissipates all common sense,
the inner head explodes and implodes.
A wracked skeleton of fevered flesh,
the violated remains,
beautiful and torn,
left,
when the butterflies of darkness
******
the fire.
© Pagan Paul (2017/19)
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
THIS Mohammedan colonel from the Caucasus yells with his voice and wigwags with his arms.
The interpreter translates, "I was a friend of Kornilov, he asks me what to do and I tell him."
A stub of a man, this Mohammedan colonel ... a projectile shape ... a bald head hammered ...
"Does he fight or do they put him in a cannon and shoot him at the enemy?"
This fly-by-night, this bull-roarer who knows everybody.
"I write forty books, history of Islam, history of Europe, true religion, scientific farming, I am the Roosevelt of the Caucasus, I go to America and ride horses in the moving pictures for $500,000, you get $50,000 ..."
"I have 30,000 acres in the Caucasus, I have a stove factory in Petrograd the bolsheviks take from me, I am an old friend of the Czar, I am an old family friend of Clemenceau ..."
These hands strangled three fellow workers for the czarist restoration, took their money, sent them in sacks to a river bottom ... and scandalized Stockholm with his gang of strangler women.
Mid-sea strangler hands rise before me illustrating a wish, "I ride horses for the moving pictures in America, $500,000, and you get ten per cent ..."
This rider of fugitive dawns....
1.8k
See her,
skinny lassie -
so aware,
stood there
at the counter.
The eyes
lifted from papers,
hooded and guilty,
leering
under sunglasses.
She knows nothing,
thinks
she's in charge.
Bless her.
Whatever's going to break her
hasn't happened yet.
Makes me shudder,
the thought.
The painful innocence.
"Just a fruit smoothie, please!"
she sparkles
at the man.
Thinks his approval
is unloaded,
worth seeking.
No eyes on me.
Glances fall off me.
If I catch a look,
I see it turn
to embarrassment,
pity
or scorn.
Firing blanks, guys.
I'll take those
over possessiveness,
lust,
crawling promises.
Over saccharine
strychnine
strangler smiles,
over violence, veiled
as love.
Your attention is toxic.
Better show it as such.
"Chips and cheese, please,"
I wheeze,
and his sneer
is a klaxon
of cruel jokes
he'll share with colleagues later.
Those
are the tiny victories
of victimhood,
as the twirling girl inside
stays protected,
unsuspected.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
There
Is
One
Painful
Strangler
That
Can
Suffocate
Life
S T R E S. . . .
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Prison
How quickly
These Bars Grow
All I wanted
Was a Hug
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Make me build barriers and walls,
Medieval guards would look upon,
Once the stone is risen, hardly it falls,
When it's over my head, I'm gone.
Lie to me.
Lower the temperature with your tounge,
One deegre by one until it goes,
'Till it's Northern Sea through my lung,
Across the ice, no flower grows.
Lie to me.
Destroy the morning sky with your words,
My coffee with two spoons of anger,
Better lost than lies as shepards,
Cover my eyes, be my strangler.
Lie to me.
Wash out your lips of the sugar stanes,
Dry them 'till the sweetness is no more,
Your kiss will taste like coffee grains,
Once so tired, my mouth won't be sore.
Lie to me.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
I am neither
a war trophy
and indulgence
nor a hobby.
Because I live in a country
where women are no longer
legal property of their husbands,
I am, as of current
unavailable for mail order
due to the radically progressive
notion, that took years decades centuries
to develop
that a human female is, as a matter
of fact, a human.
You can, for a vicarious experience
leer at me
like cheap jewelry
then, appalled, denounce me
as too ugly for your usage
when I give the implication
that I am sentient.
And of course, I must be modest
Lest my tantalizingly average looks
provoke some poor man
into committing a crime
against humanity.
I dated some glassy-eyed narcissist
a while back
in a regrettable period of youth,
who indulgently stated
that his three favorite things
in the world
were food, music
and women.
(Charmed to be a novelty)
And a privileged, modern woman like me
Shouldn’t mind being consumed
like a pain-staking meal prepared
especially for him,
Or replaced in his tri-annual rotation
like the discovery of a new favorite song.
I continue to be
a favorite
thing, as somehow in 2012
the term “feminist”
continues to be the social equivalent
of “kitten strangler.”
And because my father
can no longer sell me
for a flock of sheep,
I no longer need to be more human.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
I close the door
And leave it out there for others to pick apart
(Here I can whip up my own)
solutions
sophistry and calm potions
The sticky left over of
The night are the notes of worried lovers
Worried they are diseased by lust
By bad music
By plastic generations
(Here I don’t rely on words)
but atmosphere, feeling like the blind do
in the **********
The smell of acid-fruits in mists on skins
Flowers boiled down viciously into pheromones
(Here I can bury my face into)
Stop it all from coming into-
My ribs will break, my heart is so strong
It’s a strangler and a bone saw
(Here is the only place I let it run)
not free it cracks splatters on the thin walls
but tame enough it stays
The mixture of the past hours
Have left me
Expanded, cracked and tied tight
By dry touch
By hallucinations of burning
(Here I can leave it out there for the others)
so I can speak plainly
I want to die in your fluids
Thick waters of you
Stepped in so for, should I wade no more.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
I had run out of it i'm out of it
mind you my mind that ran away
first by feet then by train
paxil was her name a rotundish
hard skinned pink pill of a ****
so sleeping a tossing flipping
dreaming dream i witnessed a mess
messing up a dream:
this slot of sliced land jutting
with clapboard housing a shouting
with roaches a toasting the best
of a meal they boasted
the strangest of stranglets in
a land of strangler piglets;
two step eddie backed up to a window
owned by a rider, says he with
back to a drive-thru widow, 'take
this shotgun, won't need it, take
this broad sword too, and take this
forty-four again won't need it,
i'll keep this grenade cause it
needs me more -- see that man there
, snagged my lawn cutting his own
, watch me walk over there.
Two-step walks over there and pulls
the pin and once again they do like
they do the owner of that window
was a copy-cop over 44 and says
to eddie, 'don't pull that pin you
sons of guns, sons of burning suns!"
Pin pulled, trigger pressed two slugs
in the valley of the deepest cracks
of two buns and all is done.
And the female dog under the oak
toking-tree says to her male friend,
'your banging will wake up the
recently dead if you don't stop
banging and start more slapping instead;
no-step eddie tells the devil he
needs to brush his tooth but forgot
his teeth brush under the bush.
Never cold turkey Paroxetine
and slip to sleep on a Monday.
:: 06-26-2018 ::
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
It floods my mind like a dark cloud
Or like a non-native fig tree
The Strangler Fig
Strangling the life out of anything it comes across
I can't control these thoughts
They control me
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
It was a departure that could be from any city
There would be a thought with oh what a pity
Yet a destination that could be anywhere
But on this particular bus trip there is no arrival
It seems a there was a murderer on the Hound bus
A Moon that hung high in the clear night
Cruising on the highway despite
The only light on the highway was the bus Headlights
While the passengers were all asleep
One passenger was awake thinking deep
The murderer suddenly makes his move with everything to prove
Immediately, a Passenger was strangled to death being unable to breath, and any sounds
All this was happening while the others passengers were in a deep sleep and there was no thought of sheep
Suddenly, a passenger noticed the strangled passenger wasn’t moving nor breathing
One of the passengers alerted the Hound Bus Driver
The Driver pulled the bus to the side
However, the murderer was trying to look incident
Suspicion aboard
Oh Lord
The Bus Driver signaled the authorities
This was going to an investigation being top priority
Everyone aboard the bus was questioned
Yet the Murderer being the Strangler was still in the presence
But the investigation was heating up
The investigation was getting closer to the source
The Police quickly moved in being the force
There were all kinds of alibis of course
But the investigation continued on, and was intensed being strong
Everyone became a suspect to look upon
But there was a break in the case, and the strangler was pointed out
The surprise being a shout
The strangler had killed his wife two days ago prior
But the Strangler’s time had expired
He was on the Hound bus attempting to make his escape
But why escape on a bus, and you commited a crime again
The Strangler performed on can
Justice arrived with jail time in the Strangler commiting a sin.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
Rolling down the hill;
playing in the grass again.
The future becomes the
past like a strangler of
the night.
My fight comes
and goes, I'm no
longer young.
My storage of strength
seems to have
came and went.
And then like
heaven sent, this woman
shows up at my door.
Nowhere to go, lonely like
so many before.
But unlike the others,
within an hour, she says,
"Let's **** let me **** on it."
And full disclosure, I'm afraid.
My younger self would
have went at it like a
Tom cat.
I said, "slow down, I don't
even know your name."
She says, It's Jenny are we going to
**** or what?"
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
Fools blowin' alot of hot air like I fuckin' care
About all that yappin' and flappin' guns is clappin' cappin' the back
Ya dome like a fitted hat no imaginery stats
Million dinero racks don of the coldest macks
Girls ***** I smack Iceberg with the words the verbal
swords
Slash Mics with no chord the rap lord most largely
ignored
Never bored draws crowds on the tour boards
Check out the melody no petty in me haters envy
Cause the money green brings jealously
in-between know what I mean addicted fiends
Come back as pains siblings i'm dribblin'
Through the industry like Cousy so you'll loose me
On the stage of my courts blazin' a Newport
takin' no shorts shatterin'
forts
With the lyrical battering rams Sam I am
No green eggs and ham gives a ****
About the haters frontin' and stuntin'
Im huntin' ya every moves with Krueger's grooves
So you'll sleep tight night night it's **** tight
Every where I don't care sound the snare
From the rhythms of R'Za at the Apex of Giza
Pyramids uncrowned kid got y'all careers hid
From the auctioned out bid see me smash gigs
Redden wigs like Peg Bundy y'all can't touch me
Branded by mic at birth knew my golden worth
Star child saw my soul running a mile
The unorthodox style insane as Gomer Pyle the black
Owl
Usin' Night snipin'
tactics makin' bodies throw fit yo you too old for it
my gun range ain't got no age limit no ****
It's a no brainier cash strangler jaw re-arranger
My militant killaz will stain ya a graphic painter
Wont do ya much good
if you come round the neck of my woods filled with
dogwoods
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
My feet,
Haustorial and dendriform,
Slip into the heavy earth and all else,
Leeching through to drink the viscous nectar-
The blood that wallows warmly on the tongue.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
magic is breathing
pulsing in and out
from the watery roots
of your strangler-fig banyan
to the prickly pears that burst
diagonal white-heat lightning
an ancient courting ritual
between steamy stems
and thirsty cacti spines
primal liquid shoots
from within all life
like broken shards of ice
the falling stars came crashing
a billion or so years ago
a billion hungry seeds
gasping...
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC