Sex and Murder Magazine
for Edmund Kemper
by David McLean
from mother to the cellar and death,
there are worlds beyond her borders
where the skull answers silenced
from the slashed larynx
that the grinder spat out -
just like angry lies
about mothers and love and life -
so kill them still before you kiss them,
Ed, for love is safest dead,
and before you face-fucked your mother's skull
she had fucked too much with your head
