Auteurs

[addy]

Macabre and miserable and vastly entertaining (which I suppose should be worrying)

Below the images he hides a portion of his soul,
like a sparrow's corpse in a tobacco tin. I like this. Recalls a film reel in a tin
When Daisy Danger pulled her piece
from the pocket of her dress,
and Michael Kent christened her skull with a bat,
a weird light peered back from the page
like spring through bullet holes. Fantastic image. I even like that you used the word "weird", as it still kept that wisp of irreverence

The author loved his mother once,
but now all women must be hurt.
"Daisy Danger's phallic piece
was knocked from her jezebel hands,
the magazine breaking her foot.
'I got no time for whores and queers,'
Kent grunted as he slapped her face,
'I'm tougher than my momma's tights.'"

Picking through the mounds of trash
one may find our sad auteur,
his frail soul, that dead sparrow,
glimpsed in accidental symbols.

"Michael Kent sat on his bed and poured himself some rye.
The bottle he poured was tighter than Daisy's vagina
(which he'd been sure to examine for clues).
She spanked him like a momma would, with open palm and -"
the author decides to put the bottle away.

It's potentially an uncomfortable experience, when you make a game out of trying to discern the psyche of creators based on the repeated themes they use in their work. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes you're left hoping you'd simply over-analysed it