Dead Pies

I have a bunch of poetry books hanging under my bed. Poems tend to be plug uglies, screamers and stinkys. Trying to take control of little dish of hell they are. Lowell and the skunky. By forcing its structure into sheer ugly mugly verse. Narrative is diff, see more as Clarice like run off.

Poem a la chatte morte
DEAD PIE POEM. Schisms roll me roll me ride the tender herd.
DEAD PIE POEM. Monkey sunkey Jungle Road junk key