Mark R Slaughter Poems

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161.
Spider

Spider, work your spinneret -
Paste the trap with silken net.
Insect folly be your hope -
Death to him in sticky rope!
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162.
In Arrogance

I’m trouser-bursting fat; I’m gurner ugly –
Made in ways I brought upon myself:
Jam and cream and high esteem
– They melded in together, forever
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163.
Brothers

Now man-to-man;
Once child and child
At play
Beneath our mother’s aura;
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164.
At The Altar

Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
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165.
Frog

France and China feed from your demise,
Restaurateurs are not exactly chums,
Oh how they rave about your tender thighs!
Gourmand orders - another frog succumbs…
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166.
One-On-One Skirmish In War

Lend me a crushed ear,
A juicy smear of dermis, and
I shall blast ye of your world
Upon a barrel furnace
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167.
Heaven

Paving stones
crazy on the floor
belie their role of cogitation -
they feel our feet
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168.
Pleasant Night

So here we go again, another drink –
My seventh pint and now I'm glowing pink.
I roll around and laugh at not sure what,
But find myself a cosy little spot
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169.
Not Human

Steely carcass eyes me down
In grit of stance, without romance.
Mulling or reasoning do not exist
In yammering circuits:
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170.
Banishment

The empty head of Death is wailing –
Siren to a mind aflailing;
Unpropitious stare assailing,
Casting forth His disembowelling dream!
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