Sleeping Dogs Lie Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Man alone. Partly bad.
Empty sad man.
But if you. Tormented.
Kick him. Kick him.

In his rotten teeth.
Cheat him. Beat him.
Throw him. Assisted.
Out ever. Bolted door.

Better grab near gun.
Chain locked door. Yon son
of a bitch. Cause
like a rabid demon. He’ll come.


Seething blackened roasted.
Split flesh oozing.
In hell. Within hell.
To settle slighted score.

Don’t rifle
near neighbour’s Ash.
Ugliness remains.
Lurking. Abiding in store.

Seething blackened roasted.
Split flesh oozing.
In tormented hell. Within demonic hell.
To settle Satanic score.


Let Sleeping Dogs Lie!


Copyright © Terence George Craddock