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Cut to the chase after tan hat man!

Though reading horror stories

gearing up as strawberry spring fest

full throttle danse (macabre),

an only every now and again predilection

genre crazy wave

washing over me like

a killer tsunami,

harboring pier rill less night surf

(subsequently fueling figurative
hair razing close shave

 

critical desperation) to save

thine scrawny arse,

(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
what you put
in a Margarita,
those rare occasions satiated, when

hung over insomnia heavily bulging,

rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into


vital opening sentence determining,

whether adroit kingly author

nimbly setting the stage and pave

ving what thenceforth, pro

misses tubby a cell out ace
in the hole captive audience

skeleton crew exhuming a grave

grim reaper they crave

(me, this apt pupil), doth brace

himself by all counts once

 

a bad little kid deserving, well...now...
just a bag of bones,

who fiendishly cackles

analogous to screeching

linkedin deafening banshee
when leaning in (Sheryl Sandberg like),
whereat after opening sentence,

an instantaneous big bang

possessive gnarly hand

forcibly grabs my attention

 

presaging and frightening

yours truly (juiced in case

ye did not know),

where within the bazaar

of bad dreams epic,

which seems like forever,

when I finally erase
and exorcise the bogeyman who,
regally, masterfully, immediately,

dramatically got woven


lady chattery teeth and all

withering wicked warp and woof

establishing (proof positive),

an excellently crafted

Chiral Mad heavily shades

of night are falling

gussying haunting place,

where the color of evil permeates

every cerebral space
with darkness, said

 

sub rosa prime evil punctuates

the mind of this dream catcher,
whence after four past midnight
the reaper\'s image appears

sending adrenaline rush,
surreal augmented moving pictures,

viz flight or fight
courtesy third eye blind

did, when firestarter alarm didst grind
passage of time manifesting dark forces

 

blaze zing atavistic fear itself lined
up battleground formation
from the borderlands of my mind
this even before turning

the first page where the eyes

of drag\'n my afterlife

glowed with radiant shining

where suspense didst wind.