Because That's What Killers Do

Creek side, west, for a snow week
Beak slide, chest, for a low sneak
Lost, found, wheel of cheese
Cost, pound, feel the breeze
Said vain, detected strife
Red pain, rejected life
Groan... grin to thems
Thrown, into Thames
Wrath, feed heart
Path, depart
Grieve down
Leave town
Forget
Regret




Because That's What Killers Do







Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-09-18 at 07:00

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2008-11-18


Nyorioko
You, sir.
Are one of my top 3 favourite writers in all of poetbay.
I love the rythm in this one.
2008-10-21


WildGoose
the rhythm is genius...an intense poem that grabbed and held my attention. applauds, my dear sir---you are more than deserving of them for this write.
2008-09-23


WildGoose
the rhythm is genius...an intense poem that grabbed and held my attention. applauds, my dear sir---you are more than deserving of them for this write.
2008-09-23


WildGoose
the rhythm is genius...an intense poem that grabbed and held my attention. applauds, my dear sir---you are more than deserving of them for this write.
2008-09-23


WildGoose
the rhythm is genius...an intense poem that grabbed and held my attention. applauds, my dear sir---you are more than deserving of them for this write.
2008-09-23


Kathy Lockhart
a powerful text Michael that jabs and tears with it jagged edginess. I felt a chill run over my body reading this. It spoke to me of the indifference of those who kill in many ways leaving their victims dumped in literal and figurative alleyways and byways. Then leaving without much remorse and then with no feeling at all.
2008-09-22


Kathy Lockhart
a powerful text Michael that jabs and tears with it jagged edginess. I felt a chill run over my body reading this. It spoke to me of the indifference of those who kill in many ways leaving their victims dumped in literal and figurative alleyways and byways. Then leaving without much remorse and then with no feeling at all.
2008-09-22



Yes Michael, I do agree with Ade....Your poem reads beautifully tongue twistingly and the rhymeszzzzzzzz really pick the reader up and fair throw them along....loved the wheel of cheese line....Old london town with the pound and the thames....and the smog and the Jack of all Jack the rippers....Because that's what killers do, is a fabulous truth and title.

Love your creative mind right now, but always you show us innovation in poetic style and sensation. Congrats of the Editors Choice....

Love ya

Tai x
2008-09-19