Please refrain from
Licking flames
Burnt asunder
From yonder boneyard
Down under
(Darling’s taking names)

REDRUM
Ripper learns to purge
The Bell Curve…
Game-changer:
Murder

Don’t forget the half-time munchies!
It’d be a crying shame
To deprive those pigskin monkeys.
Ooh-ooh, ah-ah!
Hubby’s money looks
Monopoly-funky.

Blood moon awakens
The king’s fool, forsaken
Owed wild oats sown,
B(r)ought to own
Intent:
Mistaken

Reaper roasts
Baby artichokes,
Harvested from fiery moats
Beyond ravenous echoes
Of boasting gloats
And dead dial tones
(Disconnected phones)

Wolfman won’t take blame;
He trades a stepping-stone pounding
For a stippled pound of fat-shame.

Exchanged in ballroom rounds
Beneath Southern Belle gowns,
Shots resound —
(London Bridge)
They all fall down.

***
“Flamant”
© Jane Bled 2016-2017
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About Jane Bled

Human. Happy in my solitude. Free speech; unencumbered by expectations. Awakening. My purpose: to exhibit my art. Thank you for browsing my gallery. Fakes: stay away. Namaste.

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