Bitterest Duellists
She cuts with a wry glance, is sadistic and cruel
Like kids, hot days, spyglasses, insects after school
Nikita and Azumi rolled into a femme fatale
A Blade Runner, deadly from head to toe dressed to kill
Razor sided trainers with soles-of fired rubber,
raced to the dangers. Fighting for thrills, wears you down like
boulders to wire scrubbers, crazed not blameless.
Passionate and merciless like a pain-giving fetishist
Monthly cycles dot the page only after death sentences
Her Sweet styles against beast; Sugar Ray and Raging Bull
Bloody stains on concrete, this gringo is nobody’s fool
Like post-grads sight-seeing in the Caribbean
Ringo is spotted, Doc Holiday fights an engaging duel
He Adapts like a water-breeding amphibian
A gaijin assassin Turning aristocracy the colour of decomposition
Like Earl Grey, sipping tea, relaxing. Blowing a snot nose
Burns with hypocrisy when a tear flows at funerals
of those he wished to dispose by smashing skulls
Fencing, feeding all duelists like sword-swallowers
attracting an audience of followers. Without shields,
weapons unveiled, fighting through a paddy field
With scents of incense at the final instance.
Signs and portents; the last Truths are sad and real
Katana thrust through his chest, he lost his last breath
while slashing her throat gifting her death. Granting both rest
Two incomplete human-beings, like bread unleavened.
Proles’ Orwellian blues is a hellish heaven.
Hate curses, like dolls and chilling voodoo
or sins seven. What is chosen that kills you
is reminiscent-of your loves’ greatest session
