by John Rocco
We began by reading
about the Italian guy’s trip
whacked on Medieval Acid
guided by a Roman ghost
in the high style
through the intestines
of sweaty smoky HELL
packed with crazy stuff
the lovers in the whirlwind
the Boiling River of Blood
and jerkoff Satan’s Tears.
Then Dr. Moriarty’s plot foiled
the cursed Scot and the invisible dagger
and Mary Shelley got the Monster
in a dream and kept Shelley’s
heart in a box for thirty years.
After fishing with Hem
we smoked with Spade
and chased the Black Bird.
Then Deckard fell in love
with Rachel
his beautiful toaster
and slammed her against the wall
to kiss her.
I am Deckard
and you are quite a reading list.
March 26, 2009
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loving this.
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