Mark R Slaughter
Artform - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
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.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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