Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

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Monday, April 14, 2014

Scenes of an Italian Lecture

And the buckling bells did sing
                          the dirge of dinner.
Feed them grilled eels and oranges from
                           Da Vinci's cookbook.
Seat the victem as neighbor to his murder so that
                           When a closing door wails the hollow
scream of spectors
                           at least the dinner party can chatter through the inturruption.
The flickering lights make thunder
                           that can only be heard by mice
that scurry dodging the fat woman's high heel.
                           Overies of grapes dotted the pannatone
but before the groom cut the Montebore
                           Moaning Lisa,
The perfected golden fig,
                         Died having an orgasm
Wrinkling like a sunkist apricot.

©2014 Lex Vex
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