Flies
“I am a crazed dingo with fresh babies lying in a circle around me.” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls
In Dennis Nilsen’s dreams a garland of
Young men is laid out all around him for
His delectation. They had wanted love
(Or maybe Smirnoff would have done). The floor
Of Den’s flat’s lounge is nightmare small, not big
Enough for this fiesta. Never mind.
He just gets on with plying swig, swig, swig
Until the lot of them is nearly blind
With solemn drunkenness. He puts his belt
Around each throat and squeezes till he gets
Desired results, each strangulation felt
With satisfaction. That is Nilsen’s spritz
He squirts on liquor-soaked corpses, one by
One. Lusciously he pulls down each one’s fly.