Serial Killers

Suddenly
Out of the blue
There it is
Heady,
Turbulent, delusive
All wrapped up in smooth
Lavish glamour,
The lame remainder
Of some fruitless
Meditating effort
To drive it home
And lose myself
On the winding road
Of some criminal thought
Not incestuous though,
Yet most certainly flawed.
Over righteous
And too respectful
Of the choice to be
Doubtless and doubtfree
Thus presuming
I'm perpetuating
The mighty fancy
Of some loving dream.
Ultimately,
The voice went silent;
So much love had killed it.

About this piece

• The title is kind of elusive as it refers to the original text written solely with adjectives ending in “tueuse” (literally -tuous) which sounds and spells like “killer” in feminine gender in French. Although all puns are obviously untranslatable, I decided to give my best rendition of it so here is.

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