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It was winter I guess people sacrificed looking cool to keep warm.
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That's badass, EC. Does FOE have an album I can buy?
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I'm gonna do a book of horror poetry sometime in the next couple years if I can find a publisher, who's down. It will be mostly poems like this one:
Last Testament of Myron Clay, Carnival Barker When June was too young to belch fire, Like Mr. Inferno, who we’d picked up in White Plains, New York We gave them dwarves, wild beasts and the queen of the wire, We took the champagne and we popped the cork For eager guests with ravenous faces Who had given their Sunday to admire our work. You see, this is a job that the public embraces We are the mesmerists of their shame Putting down repulsion when it rises To rebuke them for a long day of games. My wagons are chock full of Unchristian words That those churchmice shout out in their dreams. Those Christians watch those men who swallow swords, In hopes that their little wives might follow suit, But won’t compromise the comfort prayer affords, By doing anything else but standing mute And as the awful blockhead pounds those nails, The girls can’t help but think he’s sort of cute. We’d made our way from Hartford on the rails To this Massachusetts town where we’d shown ‘em who’s boss. That night I couldn’t hear the wolf boy’s tragic wails, Since it was hours after the show and I slept on the sauce. The mob even dragged the strong man to the ground, Because mobs, like carnivals, live by their own laws. When I woke, flames licked my feet and I was bound Cause the mob who applauded before named me a sinner For showing things as true as that the earth was round. The body of the skeleton man looked even thinner As he hanged beside the fat lady, his wife. To act this way for God made the devil the winner, As he lent the eager zealots the ankou’s scythe, Which they used to cut down the men who told the truth About the desperate ugliness that is life. Then a cool hand on my cheek began to soothe The pain from the loss of my friends and the fire’s heat. A pale lady stood beside me in the light of her youth And whispered that my days were not complete. No townsfolk saw her, they just kept on adding more wood And screaming that I’d never sit by God’s seat. When they laid me down in the ground I understood That this lady was sent by the devil below, Though my body was charred, their flames had done no good, But it was something that ignorant mob would never know. So I came out from my grave into the light, Determined to give these rubes a better show. I wore a mask since my face was a grisly sight, A frightening, elegant red-lipped harlequin, And gathered up a gallery of rare delights, That would once more tempt this goddamn town to sin. In Africa, I found the dreadful gorilla man, I got a lovely Pacific mermaid with scales and fins. Twenty-five blushing geishas came from Japan, There was a Turk who swallowed swords with awesome skill, An Appalachian puma girl who looked grand And with tigers and wolves I rounded out the bill. A show the townsfolk certainly couldn’t resist, With an army of attractions to do my will. When we got to town, they thought there could never exist A display so wanton and so beyond repentance But when they watched it their faces were full of bliss. Maybe somewhat moreso since they wouldn’t revoke their sentence. The puma girl had every man there entranced With feline contours that threatened their ascendance. Though her fangs were bared, they still enjoyed the dance Their catcalls and applause revealed their gaiety And the measure of her success was in their pants. The gorilla man enthralled all of the ladies With great hairy arms that could snap them in half And the eyes of a beast that had come forth from Hades With a primitive, savage mind bent on wrath. They were swooning and crying and frozen to the spot And many of them were robbed of their breath. Maybe half of that awful town had tickets bought On a Sunday that was supposed to be holy And I promised them all that these things would be naught Compared to the magic of a thrilling finale. When the sun set on the fairgrounds, I gave a yell, A call to make my myrmidons all rally To take these hypocrites to their circles of Hell. When the cages sprang open, the townsfolk were all afraid, It turns out that my horrors were chosen well. The Turk had taken heads with his whirling blade, And desperate men were trying hard to swim Drawn into the tank with a lecherous mermaid. The puma girl soothed many libido’s whims, So men forgot about their wives and their daughters As the gorilla man had taken advantage of them. Such violence and lust defined the slaughter Of which I had been a most gleeful host; Ill used, sliced up, seduced and submerged in water. And when the town’s rewards were finally just, I knew that the devil would take for what he’d given, When I saw my comrades who had gone to dust Before my eyes as if they were still living. They led me then to the place where I’d settle down, I began damnation and I finished grieving.
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Really, if your poetry book will be having poems with that quality and depth, it will be a bestseller in record time. Mark my words.
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"If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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