Sex and Murder Magazine

By kj

a stray rifle bullet exiled froma barrel gutters a bank mogul's
mousse helmet hairdo, & brainmatter sprays onto the ground
as though the entire blundering
flock of pigeons-that scattered-contracted a textbook case of
bloody diarrhea just before they
disappeared into the horizon like
a handful of stale popcorn tossed
to the air on a blustery, autumn day.

the crowd that was once a mob of unrelated passersby
hoped to genitals that the ensuing silence would last long
as a gluttonous Kodiak Bear's dreams in a cooling winter.

before they could lament their dropped lattes, blubbers
from a young girl of dark beauty seduced every eye to her
body where the ricochet had nosedived into her shin; while
the sniper took a sip from his glass of water after cursing
at the maple syrup oozing from the girl's leg for ruining
any plans he had of stopping for coffee somewhere.