By Hillary Lyon conversation traveled alongthe Möbius strip of her mindshe took the sharp curves fastwith no seat belts or air bags you unlocked the glove-box of her heartfound it stuffed with crayon scrawled mapscandy wrappers six shinybullets and a warm pistol red and blue lights flashedin the mirror of her mouthtoss care out theContinue reading “The Ride”
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Peace Profit
by Jimmy Boom Semtex Peace Profit Made in a country near you Things to do a job What type of job? To heal to kill to create to destroy All in the ACME factory Ready steady go get to work! Fulfill your shift Do your quota Finish the order yesterday There’s much work to beContinue reading “Peace Profit”
Lady Gangster
By Jimmy Boom Semtex Lady Gangster Tickle tickle kiss kiss girl over there The one carrying the pistol and a grin With locks to die for looks to kill A real lady kill you without blinking Manchester’s finest gangster woman Finest in the hood no wannabe here Take a photo of her she’s famous AsContinue reading “Lady Gangster”
Teresa
By Jimmy Boom Semtex teresa was a gun fighter armed to the hilt with black teeth from chewing tobacco carrying a forty five on each hip each locked loaded ready to go shooting lazy white men who wanted to fuck bonk shag have possess her those big fat slugs whacked them down like dead dogsContinue reading “Teresa”
Tell Me a Story
By Hillary Lyon Tell Me a Story, She Said, Make it a mystery. So I concocted a tale,a cocktail concerninga private plane, a stowaway,a debris field. A secret affair, a radical manifesto,a tiny rhythmic beeping.Red numbers tumbling downlike crisp autumn leaves. A smug politico, a movie mogul,a sex slave.I was not a slave, she corrected.IContinue reading “Tell Me a Story”
Jane Doe #13
By Don Thompson Not every killer is all in.Some drop the bloody weaponand run (not far)without stopping to wipe off fingerprints,as if wanting to be caught. Some sit down and wait for the cops. Some saran wrap their victimsand freeze them—clingers who discard nothing.Or want time to decidewhere to expose the meatand let it thaw.Continue reading “Jane Doe #13”
By The Slab
By Jerome Berglund Poet Note: TRIGGER WARNING: These selections comprise part of a cycle of piecesexamining the life and crimes of serial killer John WayneGacy in 33 different poetic forms, and invariably includesome graphic and disturbing content. Alexandrine, Inter-hemistich: By the Slab The still boy looks lonely, too lacks one and only;Lying there so pronely,Continue reading “By The Slab”