The Bitterest Duellists

[Concretecmist]

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

Edited February 11, 2009 by Concretecmist