SHOCKs resident poet Nigel Parkin pens SHOCKing sonnets and horrifying haikus.
In which homicidal necrophiliac Ezra Cobb from 1974’s DERANGED muses aloud….
When I scooped out her eye, that stuff that leaked out
Made me think of the soup that you coughed up
With all that blood the night you went to sleep.
Shes got the same kind face as you, Mama
I think youll be good friends. Youll be able
To sit and talk and watch me decorate.
She had a good big brain inside her, full
Of godly thoughts, Im sure, and touching it
Made me feel like a kid again, helping
You make meatloaf, squishing all that cold mince
And feeling your big warm hands guiding mine.
I thought of all the things you have fed me,
All the times Ive been thankful and I said
Grace as I spooned the brain into a mug.
You said she was fat, Mama, and so she was!
Good and fat and cute! I wanted to press
My head against that soft belly and feel
All that warmth and love, lie in it, even
Though I was scared Id get trapped inside her.
And when she showed me that picture Herbert
Well, it could almost have been her, that same
Fat smiling face. Hes somewhere in the dark
Now, Mama, like you. And he speaks to her.
Can you hear him, Mama? Could you hear him
When he was telling me to do all those
Things to her, those dirty things? Did you try
To stop him? Dont worry, Mama. I was
A good boy. They are both in the dark now.
She resisted me. I guess I shouldnt
Be surprised. That old guy in the bar said
She had tits with a capital T. She
Probably thought I was some kind of creep
When I pushed my fingers under her bra
But I was thinking of you, Mama, you.
I just wanted her to be you, Mama
I needed the warmth of your flesh, your smell,
Hell, Id made everything pretty and swell
And Id shown her what you can make with bone
And skin and a little care. Couldnt she
Just have held me? Now her heads all a mess.
I beat her like that drum I made, Mama!
Such talent! Artist! Musician! Your son!
The thing about this one, she was so young
And so pretty she just had to die. I
Knew that outright. I had her in my sight.
And they even gave her to me, Mama,
Set a trap for her and everything, just
So I could watch her struggling and crying.
I played with her for a bit, just to tease,
Get her all worked up, didnt think youd mind,
Good to see the sluts suffer, aint it? Knew
Youd like that. And that carcass! Hung up there
In the barn like such good meat beautiful!
And Im sorry I got those strange feelings
When I cut into that fine flesh. Youre still
The only one for me. Im always here.