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Sandwich for the Attic Angel

The old widow heard noises in her walls. The pest man came and set some traps but caught no rats at all. Yet, now and then she rapped the wall and it knocked back. Now how was that? Maybe John, her husband, came just like she'd always hoped. Three knocks mea...

Stay

Leaping from my hiding place Ripping through your clothes Restrain your fucking arms and legs Leaving you exposed Drag you to the bench nearby You try to run away I sit you down, duct tape you up And put you on display Struggling, I see the fear in you...

Stim Fit

Shake, jerk, and yelp for joy Self gratification a favorite toy Clapping hands, nervous twitch Autistic stimming a neural glitch Body spasms at the brain's own leisure Needing constant stimulus for pleasure Uncontrolled spazzing lots of fun Never bored,...

Stranger

Powerless, he watched his hand act out as people on the train assumed he planned the pinching, slaps, incessant snapping--even though he swore it did these things itself. He snared it in a sling but, trapped, it only scratched, undoing all the careful wraps an...

Tazer

I have a van It's a special van It has a couch in the back So I don't have to stand I've covered the walls With egg cartons and foam Soundproofed my home So you and I can be alone I am a man I’m a frightening man I’ll do things tonight You won’t un...

The Beast and the Drowning Bucket

You were once a man. Now you are this beast. Sacrificed your name, that human history. Abandoned all you were by answering my ad, to spend these carefree days: animal at last. I brush your tangled hair, feed you from my palm. Wear your sparkly collar, scrabble...

The Yawning God

Dullard skipping down the street Whistling to a tuneless beat Tripping over his own feet He falls into a hole A stinking sewage hole To his mind, his simple mind His god lives here, lives right inside He smells the piss, the sulfur pit His yawning god...

They Buried the Lunchbox

It was summer. The city cooked without breeze. My neighborhood had finally had enough and went out looking for the fiend who'd been lighting fireworks all throughout the nights. At first it was fun. We met neighbors, toted beer. Kids brought squirt guns and...

Tooth and Claw

There was a bitter woman with a farm near the woods She kidnapped babies—raised them crazy—robbed their childhood Penned in chicken coups like filthy animals The woman kept her feral kids in a human kennel Children running around Chasing birds like geeks...

Uncle Percy

Retarded Uncle Percy lives At his sister’s place Her children help clean up his mess While she is away One day he hugged the family dog Tighter than he should Then dragged the dead thing by its leash Around the neighborhood Grieving in the cemetery W...

Uni-Tit

Science built his single breast Saline under skin Lopsided and misshapen He can't stop fondling it Masturbates with his right hand While pawing with his left Pinch the nipple extra hard He gropes his deformed chest He is Mr. Uni-tit Surgical miscrea...

Walking a Midget

I own a happy midget—I walk him in the yard He's tethered to a leash—we don't go very far Stumpy arms and legs—prancing by my side He trains so hard—I promised him—one day we'd go outside Oh, my proud little man Summersaults and handstands Show me those...

We Live in a Cave

Have you lost your way now that the daylight's snuffed, beyond one field too many, past plots best left uncrossed? Is that our light you see blinking from the bend, the lure of camp spit smoking--have you found our cave? We came all this way and left all we we...