Our resident poem salutes the 30th anniversary of Tobe Hooper’s The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Part 2 with these Shocking Sonnets
I – Lefty Lets Rip
Saws! Hung like heads in a Medieval hall.
Tongues stretched out, lined with teeth. Beasts from a dark
Past, a mythic time of mists, quests, spirits.
A warrior’s age, a time of honor,
Punishment, blood. Cruel. Savage. My time!
The spirit of the saw stirs within me.
Listen to the rattle of the reaper!
It wakes. It breathes. It snarls. I carry it
To the mighty trunk to draw the ancient
Power of nature – Lord of the Harvest!
Ah, the sweet smell of sawdust and vengeance!
Very soon there’ll be a new massacre.
I wield the weapon of retribution –
TEXCALIBUR! My saw of destiny!
II – Chop Top Licks His Lips
Damn itch in my head! Can’t leave it alone.
Scratchin’ and pickin’ pusflakes like boogers
From around the plate. They sure are tasty!
Sorta like cheese, all moist with sweat and grease.
My little delicacy – headcheese curds!
Course you gotta have meat to go with ’em.
Some of Drayton’s fine chili, or perhaps
Some of this skirt steak I got me right here,
Kickin’ and screamin’ like a crazy bitch
And gettin’ me all worked up and hungry.
There ain’t gonna be no fat on this cut
And she looks like she might even taste sweet.
She’s sure got Bubba all hoppin’ and hot!
When he’s wearing her face he’ll look a treat!
