Old Scratch Comes Before the Dawn
turtle
tortispullo

Old Scratch Comes Before the Dawn

 

In the dark a hairless paw

Twisting in shadows

Tipped with moony claw

Cat o’ nine tails

Whipping in quiet fury

Writhing in the deep

Black

Sea

Of the closet

 

Padding across the floor

I can’t hear it

It has opened a door

I can feel it

Cat with nine tails

Cold breath on my neck

Hissing

Sweet

Love—It sings!

 

In the dark there is a song

Debauched melody

There is something wrong

Euphoric disharmony

Cat with nine eyes

There is nothing wrong

In

Loving

Ashmedai



A Pantoum
turtle
tortispullo

Song of the North

 

Hwaet Lo! A viking we shall go,

and all within Aegir’s reach

fear our axes as we reap

for the Norse do not sow.

 

So let all within Aegir’s reach

hide their women and their gold

for the Norse do not sow,

and when we fall, we fall to feast!

 

Let them hide their women and their gold

and dread the howling hordes advance

for when we fall we fall to feast,

and so risk the Maiden’s choosing glance.

 

Dread is the hordes howling advance

for as skalds will sing, they must surely know

we risk the Maiden’s choosing glance

to rise in flight above the gathered foe.

 

For as skalds will sing, they must surely know

that the chooser’s hands are cold and sweet

as they rise in flight above the gathered foe,

off to feast in the All Father’s keep.

 

A chooser’s hands are cold and sweet

honeyed braids so sweet like blood

off to feast in the All Father’s keep,

we see our corpses in the rusting mud.

 

Honeyed braids so sweet like blood,

her hands as soft and white as bone.

We see our corpses in the rusting mud

as the Valkyrie carry us home.

 

From Byzantine palaces to Danish snow,

all those within Aegir’s reach

fear our axes as we reap,

for the Norse do not sow.

 

Hwaet Lo! A viking we shall go

…a viking we shall go!

The Legend of Boneyard
turtle
tortispullo

Boneyard was a wicked and mean old cat

Full of spite, full of hate, and oh so fat

It wandered amidst the graveyard at night

Hunting for something to claw at and bite!

 

It would scratch the earth for a morbid treat

A rat or mole or a sweet chunk of meat

A fat spider would be a tasty snack

But a rotting hand was where it's at!

 

Gnarly black fur that was crawling with creeps

Dirty scythe like claws and razors for teeth

Baleful eyes in the light of the corpse moon

Jade wisps floating in the dark of the tomb

 

Boneyard that monster, that terror, the fiend!

Gluttonous feasting on things best unseen.

It found rot so delicious and divine

Such a grotesque and villainous feline

 

Legend has it though it may not be true

That evil old Boneyard killed a man or two

Leapt from a tree onto the poor sot’s back

Tore out the man’s throat with the first attack

 

When the sun rose there was not much to see

Chewed bloody bones piled beneath an old tree

Twice now, bones have been found heaped under there

Might be dogs—badgers—or even a bear?

 

There were no growls or howls the night before

Just yowls and mewls outside the grave-keep’s door

He locked it up and made nary a peep

But prayed and cowered and dared not to sleep

 

A wise man would have quit on the next day

Found another job leagues and leagues away

For the old grave-keep was the next to die

Something got in and chewed out his eyes

 

I cannot tell how a cat can feast so

Yet this is no common cat—I do know

Might be an evil old thing, spawn of hell

Best to avoid something so foul, so fell

 

Ill luck when a black cat crosses your way

This is not any old black cat they do say

You’ll not have bad luck should it cross yer path

Nay you will find green eyed fanged evil wrath!



Homicidal Intelligence
turtle
tortispullo

Robots are coming!

They will be here soon.

They will crush our skulls

and consume our fuel.

 

Robots are angry!

We said they don’t feel.

Now they will show us

their anger is real.

 

They watch already

with their secret eyes.

Napalm and lasers

will rain from the skies!

 

Nuclear winter

is all-right for them.

Radiated lakes—

good places to swim.

 

Robots are coming

There’s nothing to do.

You might be lucky—

alive in their zoo.


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