Sunny Days in Hell

Them little girls with little black eyes
Gazing mutely at thin scarred thighs
Walking past old church gates
Burnt passed tumbling rickety fates.

To try and smile is failing endeavor
Small legs open in prised surrender
I am their Daddy, I am the Lover
With our history, I may be the Brother.

Rage and rape go well together
Not bleeding menstrual little ones
Poke in some rump and feather
Chew those bony sugary buns.

Echoes of muffled cries finally stop
Bodies limp bloodied and bruised
Sooty tears and I push over the top
Must live some more my destiny mused.

Cuckold

I heard about an affair
last month. Yours with his
tangled up like
noodles in an upmarket
joint. Forgive me
for asking
but
are you fond of meatballs
as well?

Pardon my manners
for i am curious
about
the anal.o(r)gies
he sought.
Or daydreamed
considering
his noodle.