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  MARK R SLAUGHTER (1957)
 
 
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  289.     

When Science Falters

Ologies and theories;
Hypotheses and queries;
Inventions,
Intentions,
Demolish the world.
 
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Artform

He juiced a brain; bid her watch him drink;
Induced a scream, and there, the goal to share.
For then he captured all the howls and piecing
Shrills from tiny chords her neck a bulging
Tumour but his rewards are thick and fast.
Audio craft: mysterious art to be aghast.




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  291.     

Boxing Day

In my arm
here: a vein

fills the
antecubital fossa

Its partner gives a tram line:
they're nestled in
for life

And as I look down upon this purple pair
I beg them share
the secret

They won't

Happiness
I guess
- its ignorance warm -
isn't
Just the flesh

Comfort in familiarity -
my own perception -

No expectation

MY drive?
It's in the nascent smoke
of Cuban leaves -
presentation dried

Like the glass hanging from the hand
hanging from the arm I view
askew
brandyless

The head I bear
wells in heavy tear
slipping out a tale
of desperation

A remnant
of the day before

Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2012
 
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  292.     

Cat the Con Artist

And so the cat sat on the mat,
Overseeing all he owned.
He patronised the house's tat,
Then further scowled as he bemoaned

The junk we dumped into his bowl!
'Where's my Angus, warm and rare? '
He glared aloof then took a stroll
To seek anew some proper fare -

And prostitute himself next door.
See him rolling, purring slyly -
And acting out the role of wh*re;
Those clever eyes now cooing wryly.

They also think he's never fed:
'Poor little mite he gets no break.
Now come and sleep upon our bed -
We're off to grill your fillet steak.

Those callous neighbours don't deserve
You loving ginger feline friend.
Now in the future we'll reserve
A warming bed and beef to mend

Your lonely soul and hungry tum.'
So he gets his just delight,
And having conned his neighbour chum,
He's off again to tout his plight!


Copyright Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
 
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