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Donny Hudson

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Thousands upon Thousands

by

Donny Hudson

Everyone of us walking
Stalking
-crawling-
Stumbling along
Dragging knuckles
And muscles
Through darkned theatres
Gothic nurseries
and Time
Blind men
Thousands
Upon
Thousands
Of them
Blind women too
And children
And old ones
Wrinkled, gray, lost
Ones
Shadows of former selves
Deeper hollows
Inside deeper holes
Continuing
Effortlessly, endlessly

Blood, where once
Was rain
Fills the
Birdbath
In the yard
And doves
Feathers white
As new fallen
Holy snow
Leave me
Their hands
Feet
Breast
-coated-
dripping
red
splashes
streaks
to the ground
shaken by wind
and wing
crimson flashes
as they fly
northward,
shadowmen
working their
fields and
dungheaps
point
stare
laugh harshly
in the face of
adoration
Fear
Flowing from
Their eyes
Makes mudholes
Great
Frothing
Earthquakes
Of
Soul
And sadness
In the dirt
The purity
Sanctity
Of it
Fells
Their
Ranks
Kneeling in sand
Potatoes
Chunks of rock
-plastic-
motoroil
humbled now
stumbling home
ragged lines
zombies
eyes
closed
Hearts
So
Wide
Open



The strangled eyes of Death

by

Donny Hudson

The strangled eyes of death are upon us
Darlin,
as we lay here in this filthy bed
at this bottom hour
the smells of cheap sex
and cigarette smoke
Filling our nostrils like a wonderful drug
a slow dull fog that makes us fat
and lazy

Did you feel the chill?

Friend death is looking down
checking out your breasts and ass
my cock
taking inventory
I suppose
working us over with
Rapists' eyes
as the sun comes up
in the window

He is drawn to this
lust and greed
young beauties rutting like pigs
fucking like dogs
all the screaming and groaning
the sweat and pleasure
rather like a suicide
I would think.