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How cruel to hate a fellow for his eye

to go the extent of disembowelment

for a veiled stare.

So many other flaws could

more meritously evoke evisceration.

One could easily suffer the pounding of

ten tell-tale hearts to rid the world of:

eyebrows that grow together

large pored noses

hairy ears

ragged fingernails

yellowed toenails and

gold colored teeth, to name a few.

I stand ready for the punishments that free

loved ones from flaws.

I could never understand slaying a nice

old man for such a minor infraction

when the world is filled with greater distractions

like this evening with Rudy in bed snoring (softly) again

and I had smoked too many cigarettes

and the street lights were too bright

and the bedroom was too cold and too hot

and no reasonably comfortable position could be found with or without pillow

and the digital clock hummed too loudly while the living room clock beat and chimed

and no matter which side my head was on sounds filled my ears and said

`don't sleep....don't sleep'

I thought seriously about cutting out his sinuses

and burying them beneath the floor boards.

Though I love him dearly and we have a no-wax floor.

I could live with the food caught between

his teeth, his cowlick, and even his penis

that hangs to the wrong side.

I could bear loud manly snores

or childlike sniffles.


`Rudy wake up! Demons get you when you sleep.'

He smiled at a freckle on my nose.

Visions of Vincent Price and

entombment within sheetrock walls

passed from the pit of my stomach to the

pendulum in my throat.

`shh-shh-shh,' he purred, `why can't ya sleep?'

And then I knew as I looked into his dark-

yes, Raven eyes-

In his arms I could fall to sleep

with or without snore.

`That coke musta been cut wit speed, you're all wired.'

he said in a velvet cat's voice

Again I looked to his eyes

Quoth those Ravens nevermore?

Well somedays you do,

some you don't,

and some just make you crazy.

Tomorrow I'll snip off Rudy's nose

but tonight I'll just be lazy.

Tell-Tale Hearts (or Edgar Allen eat yours out)

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