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“Magnificent Murder”
Stomach innuendos.
Groveling.
Churning.
Sour milk spittle dribbling down a full beard.
Gnarly,
greasy pork belly sandos,
left in a midday sun.
Festered egg.
Sulphuric septon’s septum.
Assumption.
Ascension.
Dissension.
Circling down the colorectal assembly.
Emerging into the world.
A good throat on.
Hairy butter whispers.
Asking for a harsh quiet.
The kind that only comes of a rainstorm stopping immediately.
A fair tribute.
A barfed rebuke.
Python pyrrhic pre-puke.
Swollen gut.
In a rut,
Explosive nomenclature.
Dry-heaving hosannas.
Mimosas in a parked car.
Sunday hung over,
resultant hangover.
Bloody Mary governor.
Last place finishes are more complicated when your clothes are soiled.
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8 responses to ““Magnificent Murder””
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It took me a long time to figure this one out. I guess you were going for a depiction of ugly here. Maybe the magnificent part threw me off. When I talk about ugly, I would have thought words like racial slurs, rather than words written in a poem, even if the poem was a bit past edgy. But yeah, I think this meets the bar of ugly, or mean, if that was your goal. Magnificently, blind-sightedly ugly, so to speak. Stunningly so. If that’s what you were going for. To each his own. I found it in your top posts, so I guess we all have different tastes.
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That top posts widget is tricky. It’s based on performance, I don’t get to choose. So it’s surprising it has been received so well, despite its content.
I don’t mind working along the fringe of tasteful, life is messy and ugly too. But there are lines I won’t cross.
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The truth: my daughter had a stomach virus last week and these were all the things I thought as I cared for her.
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It’s easy to read things the wrong way. Can’t say it’s my favorite of your pieces. I think you do a lot better. But I don’t like everything I write either. Hope your daughter is all well.
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Thank you. I’m a firm believer in it being a two-way process, and what we read isn’t always what was intended. But I truly like that. Lenore is much better. I’ll have to ask her someday what she thinks of it.
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I don’t know who Lenore is
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My daughter 😊
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Oh, your daughter? Good. See how lousy I am at reading
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Hello,
I’m Christopher Paul Hickey
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