Twist3d,Pt.5

dale went about the task of putting the bodies in the car.vernon slid the gun back into his pocket and looked under the hood of the car.''shit ain't nothin wrong sep dis batry cable.''he took off his boot and banged until the wire was snug.''turn dat fucker over boy!''he ordered his son.dale wiped his bloody hands on his shirt and turned the key.the old volvo station wagon hesitated.he turned again and it snapped into life.''HELL YEAH!''vernon shouted and did a little jig while putting his boot on.he hopped into the car and slammed the door.''c'mon boy.let's git it home.ya mama probly ready ta git started.''''let's go inta town,daddy.we hardly get a chance to less we goin fa propane.come on lets do it!pleeease daddy?''his father shook his head,harked up some phlegm and spit out the window.''dale...shut yer yap.ok we can go for a while.but we gotta cover up them stank pots.kinda hot.''the boy jumped from the car and went to work.he took the woman's body and folded her over behind the front seat.she didn't fit well so he fell on her causing a muffled snap of the spine.perfect fit.he took the man's corpse and pulled it to the back.there was a flowered comforter covering the spare tire.''fuckin fag,''vernon snorted...

Twist3d,Pt.4

''SHUT YA YAP!git ready fa some gap tooth lovin!''dale was ready to push himself inside the woman when she reached back and hit him in the nuts.she turned and kicked him in the side as she pulled her pants up.''shit.see there boy,''vernon said calmly.he pulled a pistol from his pocket,aimed at the running woman.she ducked and weaved but he had her in his sights.one shot from the six shooter caught her in the shoulder.she whimpered and grabbed her arm.vernon aimed once more.''dammit!i'm rusty.''he pulled the trigger sending a bullet into the base of her skull.the contact caused her to fall forward and land on a branch.it crunched through her chest pushing her heart and shreds of flesh through her back.she hung on the piece of tree with arms dangling and blood pouring from her mouth.''WHOO!now THAT'S a piece a wood fer ya missy!gone an git er boy.you almost messed up.''dale got up and brushed himself off.he limped to the woman's body,positioned and threw it over his shoulder and walked back to vernon.''toss er in the back...and git ole boy too.''''I AIN'T TOUCHIN HIM DADDY!YOU KILLED 'IM U STACK 'IM!''vernon rushed up to dale and hit him in the temple with the gun.''YOU DO IT!''vernon shouted,aiming at his son...

Twist3d,Pt.3

''WAT DA HELL IS U DOIN DADDY?!''the woman screamed and tried to run.''go git er boy!''vernon said while going through the man's pockets.he tossed aside cards and photos while pulling out the money.''$50!?you cheap basturd!''the man gurgled and babbled while coughing up blood and a few teeth.''shut ya pie hole.''vernon stood up and raised the shovel.he brought it down on the man's face again,and again and again.the force of the last blow caused an eyeball to pop loose.it dangled as red life poured from the socket and soaked the dirt road.dale had caught the young woman easily.her pace was slow and she was freaking out from the turn of events.she beat on dale's back as he carried her.he could smell weed on her clothes.''LET ME GO!FUCK YO GAP TOOTH HILLBILLY AZZ!''''i aint gone hurt cha.it's daddy you ought be word bout.''the woman kicked and fought with all her strength.''FUCK U!''she repeated.dale slammed the woman down on the front of the car.she had a good view of the carnage and screamed again.the manchild shoved down the capri's she wore,and pulled aside her panties.he leaned his weight on her while he pulled out his dick.''boy wat chu doin?''vernon asked politely.''HELL SHE KEEP SAYIN FUCK U IMMA DO IT!''...

Twist3d,Pt.2

vernon grabbed the shovel again.he let his son walk ahead of him and out the front door.''darlin?!we bout ta rustle up some vittles.be back in a shake!''the slender man let his wife know they were leaving.he caught up with dale and playfully pushed him in the back.''how long ya been playin wit cha dick boy?''the angry young man kept quiet as they walked.he shoved his hands deep in his pockets and sulked.''why you don't let me move out daddy?imma grown man.i'm near eighteen.''''you know ya mama would die if ya left.jus be happy you got a home.good people strugglin now.''the words didn't soothe dale's wounds at all.they walked in silence but not far.they came upon a car pulled off of the dirt road.''look a dere.compnay.''vernon whispered.as they got closer,a woman was leaning against the over heated taurus.dale looked at the thick sun tanned woman and got a hard on.''HEY!''vernon called out as they got closer.''looks like you got heap a car trouble.''the woman banged on the window.a figure popped up and got out on the passenger side.''hey,can you get us some water?that's wat we need.''the man blurted out.''i sure hate ta do dis.''vernon said softly.he raised the shovel,swung it hard and bashed the man's face...

Twist3d,Pt.1

vernon watched his daughter as she stooped and peeked under her brother's bedroom door.''got dammit is he at it agin?''he put down the shovel he was carrying and walked over to the door.the girl whimpered and scurried away when she saw her father's hulking figure.''git on ta yo room chile an don't lemme see you doin that no more!''vernon shook his head,braced himself and kicked in the door.dale stood from the bed knocking over an ashtray of crisco.he struggled to pull up his pants and watched as his hustler fell on the floor.the oil had stained it.''DAMMIT DALEBERT!how many times i tole you not ta do dat when babygirl is round?!she done seen you dis time boy!''''daddy u messed up my new book!na i gotta git ole man barns ta sell me anotha!an you fucked up ma door!''vernon laughed hard and deep.the sight of his son racing to put his greasy dick away was to much.''you gone set cha bed on fire wit all dat cookin oil!hahaha!''''it ain't funny daddy!you ain't funny at all!that was new titties!cos me near 8 dollas!''he looked at his father laugh and wanted to punch him in the throat.but he knew how that would turn out.their last fist fight put him in the hospital for a week.''bring ya greasy cock on.dinner time.''...

UNDER THE SINGING BRIDGE,pt.1

the mist rose in undulating waves from murky river water onto the banks.king james squatted near the old shack they had found,they being him and velure,and listened to the staccato screams that filled the night air.he spotted a small rock and threw it across the top of the water.it didn't stop until it reached the other side of the channel.he was getting impatient...there were times he enjoyed the games but this was one moment he only wanted to get home and relax.''PLEASE...PLEASE DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!!''the begging was always incredible.then came the bargaining which velure loved.''JUS DON'T KILL ME...PLEAAASE...''the pain in the man's voice was deep and steady.he knew she was having fun.he walked over and peered through a filthy cracked window.velure was sitting on the man's lap facing him.''you still wanna fuck me big man?still think you can jus push me on the bed and do wat the fuck you want?''she whispered to him.the man's face was slashed on one side with the lines of her finger nails.blood slowly trickled from the wound.king james could smell it.he licked his lips and then his fang.''look,jus let me go.i promise i won't tell a soul...jus leave me be.''the man began to whimper.''awww..big baby scared?''...

Question ( excerpt from variations on emotional suicide)

i lay still.
motionless
as a newborn child
curled in fetal position~
but my mind races.
tormented by the thought
of what i can't control.
wondering if we still beat as one.
i long to hear the sound of your voice
telling me how much you love me
need to be near me...
how you need to held
and nurtured like a raw diamond.
it never comes first from your lips~
leading me to think of the day you'll say
no more.
so i put on my mask and pretend
to be truly happy
when what i really need is honesty...
but each time i reach for you
you're not ready.
when?
when can i tell my heart it's not a casualty?
when can i say that it's good for something
other than crying for you?
should i wipe away the dreams of yesteryear
to make my emotions wait on a verdict?
funny...
you seem so content...
or do you question my love also?

mistuh briefcase man

four fifty-seven,
the taste calls
like open mouthed
baby vultures~
pushing his addiction,
checking his decency,
running
to the sordid object
of his insatiable thirst.
catch him if you can,
judge him if you must,
but his tell tale
deviance
serves as stage left
for the entrance
of miss right.
seedy rooms,
transformed
and transfigured~
the musky smell of love,
overbearing and tart~
lend themselves to the predestined
flicker
snuffed out by sweat,
cologne and cheap moscato.
two ruby reds
engulf five that's called nine
and he watches
while the inches disappear.
face down,hair tossed...
all he desires
is the fruit of her labor.
a chocolatte dream
pulled from the underbelly
of fortune five,
she tastes so good~
his secret from the hood.
yet this clandestine
copulation
is far from pristine.
she gives a fake moan,
takes the prick from the prick
and dreams of six figures
as his seed grows.

the calling

tally ho,
and away i go,
delving into the cream
of my twisted
cerebellum.
from the moment of open eyes,
out of the canal,
the rhythm,
beat,
eight oh eight kick
that propelled me
was out of sync.
two score and seven
dance the jig
dubbed confusion~
a tight little step
which calls on
spectral visits
long since forgotten.
RRRIIING...
it's your pathetic life calling.
RRRIIING...
answer,demons can't dial~
or can they?
hello?
black suited
messiahs,
from a messianic mind,
present themselves
in leather and lace.
their search has ended~
upon me they place the mantle
of multiple gifts.
my eyes burn,head pounds
as the installation
is completed.
...now hardwired for delivery.
singed wire,
hanging lifeless in my presence,
contradict my beliefs,
yet onward shall my march
to immortality continue.
an afterglow~
turn thy face
for he is
the one.

getaway

she knew they needed time
away.
life had become
the same old tic-toc,
around the clock,
rat race for years now.
so they packed,
found a sitter for the twins
and drove out
to the lake...
the cabin hadn't changed
besides a few cob webs
and moldy smell.
she watched her better half
saunter to the ice box~
he turned to her,
with a grin on his face
and a cold bottle
of rose let's make love
in his hands.
...and that they did.
with an intensity
never experienced,
they engulfed
carnal pleasures
long since forgotten.
the taste of her lips,
the sound of his mounting passion
carried them to a plateau
inhabited by dreams of dreams
and jasmine scented
arrivals.
it was as it should be.
the both of them happy once more.
as they lay entwined,
dazzled by the masterpiece
sprawling before them,
he began to cry.
she had instructed
that he only bring two bullets
for the old revolver...
this would be their last
sunset.