Release date: June 8, 2018
Subgenre: Poetry Collection
About War - Dark Poems:
Look in my eyes. My bronze skin reflects the flames of the battles.
I feed on bullets and shrapnel.
I have trenches instead of veins and a bombardier’s whirring plays my favorite symphony inside my big head. This is my story, with some of my best camouflages and disguises, and you should expect your peace plans to fail. Because that's what I do for living.
Look at my million golden teeth necklace. Ring any bells? Maybe you’re too young. I probably should have mentioned the fireworks over the Baghdad night sky, my new friend, or the live broadcast of two great skyscrapers disintegrating. You know what I'm talking about, right? So, you can call me by one of my many names: Great General, Lock-box of the Powerful, Red Rain, Lord of Steel or, more simply, WAR.
I appear as strife of many kinds, from Stalingrad to Scotland. Africa to Afghanistan, the civil war of Italy and the War Between the States, ghostly wars, drug wars, the battle of the sexes, World Wars I, II and visions of a holocaust yet to come. It’s all herein and more, with poems both collaborative and individual.
Proudly represented by Crystal Lake Publishing—Tales from the Darkest Depths.
I feed on bullets and shrapnel.
I have trenches instead of veins and a bombardier’s whirring plays my favorite symphony inside my big head. This is my story, with some of my best camouflages and disguises, and you should expect your peace plans to fail. Because that's what I do for living.
Look at my million golden teeth necklace. Ring any bells? Maybe you’re too young. I probably should have mentioned the fireworks over the Baghdad night sky, my new friend, or the live broadcast of two great skyscrapers disintegrating. You know what I'm talking about, right? So, you can call me by one of my many names: Great General, Lock-box of the Powerful, Red Rain, Lord of Steel or, more simply, WAR.
I appear as strife of many kinds, from Stalingrad to Scotland. Africa to Afghanistan, the civil war of Italy and the War Between the States, ghostly wars, drug wars, the battle of the sexes, World Wars I, II and visions of a holocaust yet to come. It’s all herein and more, with poems both collaborative and individual.
Proudly represented by Crystal Lake Publishing—Tales from the Darkest Depths.
Excerpt:
MISS SAIGON
by Alessandro Manzetti and
Marge Simon
Saigon, Summer
1969
Lin Hoa is
dancing for us
dressed in a
leather miniskirt
showing her
teenage breasts
by raising and
lowering
her t-shirt
that says
‘Black Clap’ in
golden letters.
She's playing with
us, she smiles
and grabs my
beer to have a little sip;
a healthy
14-year-old girl like her,
with those
perfect white teeth,
can’t host the
black eggs of syphilis.
It's still too
early for her,
even in this
overturned paradise,
in this city
where dust
doesn't have
time to settle down
before
disappearing
dragged away
together with the corpses.
‘300 piastres’,
she whisphers
into my ears,
and then into
those of my drunken comrades,
their hands
shaking in attempts
to capture
non-existant black butterflies
— it's not time
to pull the trigger, dude!—
circling the
red light bulbs
up there,
hanging above
this
luminescent roof of Saigon,
so far from the
jungle.
darkened by the
open mouth
of a hungry
ground.
But death can
wait, over there
with its
shining helmet of tomorrow
which we
mistake for a new moon.
Upstairs in a
certain yellow room
with a pink
radio tuned to Radio Hanoi,
I discover that
Lin Hoa
has a special
moon of her own
tattooed around
her navel.
She giggles
when I touch it,
pushes my face
down to her crotch.
begging me to
enter her special place,
so tight, so
fresh and new,
she moans and
says I’m the best
she’s ever
known as my dick meets
the razor
blades within her sweet young cunt.
Through a mist
or red hot pain, I’m aware
before she
disappears, she upps the volume,
Hendrix
blasting Purple Haze
to drown out my
screams.
I know I won’t
be pulling any trigger,
should have
been chasing
those black
butterflies
instead of
Saigon tail.
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About Alessandro Manzetti:
Alessandro Manzetti lives in Trieste (Italy). He is the
author of more than twenty books in English and Italian, including works of
fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. His poems and stories have appeared in Dark
Moon Digest, The Horror Zine, Disturbed Digest, Illumen, Devolution Z,
Recompose, Polu Texni, BONES III, RHYSLING ANTHOLOGY (2015, 2016, 2017, 2018),
HWA POETRY SHOWCASE Vol. 3 and 4, THE BEAUTY OF DEATH Vol. 1 and 2, BEST
HARDCORE HORROR OF THE YEAR Vol. 2 --to name a few.
His poetry collection Eden Underground
won the Bram Stoker Award 2015, and his poetry collections Venus Intervention (with Corrine De Winter), Sacrificial Nights (with Bruce Boston) and No Mercy were nominated for the Bram Stoker Award.
Website
About Marge Simon:
Marge Simon lives in
Ocala, FL. She edits a column for the HWA Newsletter, "Blood & Spades:
Poets of the Dark Side," and serves on Board of Trustees. She is the
second woman to be acknowledged by the SF &F Association with a Grand
Master Award. She has won the Bram Stoker Award, the Rhysling Award, Elgin,
Dwarf Stars and Strange Horizons Readers’ Award. Marge’s poems and stories have
appeared in Silver Blade, Bete Noire, Urban Fantasist, Daily Science Fiction,
YOU, HUMAN, CHIRAL MAD 2,3,4 and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH Vol. 1 and 2 --to name a few. She attends the ICFA annually as a guest
poet/writer and is on the board of the Speculative Literary Foundation.
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