The “Shakespeare of Shock” pays tribute to the late great Godfather of Gore with these splatter sonnets celebrating 1972’s The Gore Gore Girls
I – Slicing Susie
Look at how your screaming, terrified face Is distorted, ugly, eyes popping in The seconds just before it smashes the Glass of the mirror. You look better to Me with all those deep red cuts in your face, Agony mixed with terror in the mess Of flesh. I push again. Another smash, The blissful sound of further shattering Knowing how that glass will lacerate your Skin and then I’m tearing, yes, I’m pulling And peeling strips away from that mashed mask And you’re still screaming, somewhere in the mad Chaos of all this you are still conscious. You can’t see, of course. I have pulped your eyes.
II – Bubblegum Candy
Look at you pushing your tits together As gum balloons out of your mouth. Bubbles. Three of them. Tasty. Is this your new act? Well honey let me show you how sexy You are. Look at my knife – all hot and hard! Gets you giddy doesn’t it? Feel the blood Rushing to your head, filling your bubble. Now there’s a trick! Blowing a bloody kiss. Now let’s turn your whole face into bubbles, All bloody and squishy like that candy! Here we go! Oh! The sucking and squelching As I play with your mushy marshmallow Cheeks, squeezing that lovely bright red tissue Into sweet balls! They’ll want to ‘suck face’ now!
III – Blood Feast!
Here they all are, served up in a sizzling Smorgasbord of culinary delights. All those girls who needed to bleed and burn! Let’s start with the tenderized rump – raw steak Seasoned with sprinklings of salt and pepper. Tender, moist, succulent, with the copper Tang of rich blood; it’s melt in your mouth stuff! Serve with a side order of face poutine – Fries mixed with the flesh curd of a stripper’s Face, thrust fresh and screaming into hot oil To make a fine gravy of eyes and blood. For dessert – a sweet cheek crepe, steam ironed And lightly burned, washed down with a glass of Fresh breast milk, with a hint of cocoa. Yum!
