- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Damascus Road
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After the quelling I sauntered down to the town sq. to witness firsthand the bloody re-prisal we were promised
Pike 1#
displayed the skewered head of outspoken dissident numero uno, proud orator against all things superstate; his favorite catch lines inevitably drawn half from musty tomes alongside his own folksy truisms, & half from Karl & Co.
This was peanuts compared to that devilish
tilt of the brow that viewers compared
favorably to a mature Brad Pitt
Pike 2#
Upheld the ravaged skullcap of a former party darling blacklisted in her final days,
face chain whipped by overenthusiastic guards who inevitably took the high ground afterwards, brutally gang raping her corpse before tossing
it down a gulch like a sack of potatoes.
Now this doesn’t strike the observer so much
as does the uncanny resemblance to Oscar winning heiress Paris Hilton!
With her left cheek hanging on by a thread like that-The likeness is absolutely STUNNING.
And finally
Pike 3#
Reserves the decapitated head of the local cell leader, apparently a mere filing clerk from the city.
Actually it’s difficult to recall any specifics for this one, his unassuming countenance lends
itself better to print in my humble opinion.
I forgot him the moment I turned around.
The rest of us had our photograph taken with numbers 1 & 2 respectfully, bodies held at rapt attention
