I was sitting in my kitchen the other day

thinking about all the casualties from my youth.

Yes indeedy!

Times Bloody Hammer

had hammered us hard

and now I found myself idly wondering whether

I knew more people who had hung themselves,

or more who had merely O.D.’ed

In the end I was surprised to realize

that the rope kids came out just ahead

in Life’s Demolition derby.

The Winners, as it were,

by a neck.

Of course this was not taking into account

all those fools seemingly set on Self-Destruct,

who ended up with their diseased and livid livers

leaping lightly into their laps.

Or, (speaking of laps),

how about all those racing along

that were suddenly just

stopped dead in their tracks

by that last lamp-post

they never saw,

The alliterative headlines screaming red;

Speed King Kids Killed In Car Crash!

Nor indeed have we considered

the random stab and slash,

that has left so many gutted and gulping

their last gasps out in a gutter.

Like “Hippie-Dave” the friendly pot dealer,

sliced open from scrotum to spleen

by a drunken customer with a blunt letter opener,

just coz he wouldn’t give “tic”.

Or that other Dave ( I know, I know..I know

dead & demented Dave’s by the dozen)

but I speak of “Dave-with-the Hat”

do you remember him?

Butchered with a bottle and bled to death

at the bus-stop at closing time

outside the Boundary Hotel?

A little matter of twenty dollars,

as I recall.

But Death’s a funny thing, or so I’ve found.

So often someone dies and no-one

seems to give a damn.

Like that poor bastard I once knew,

a somewhat seedy but gentle junkie ,

liked cats, was basically harmless.

He was the Caretaker/Janitor

of a run-down boarding house

where he charitably rented rooms out

to down and outs with poor credit records.

(“Working Girls” & “Users” & other friends of mine)

Of course they took advantage/ the rent

was always overdue, the girls borrowed money,

or bought drugs on Tic etc

and eventually he ended up

so deeply in debt to his gangster landlord

that he decided the best thing to do

 was to blow out the back of his skull with a shotgun.

He might have had other problems as well,

I don’t know, I don’t even

remember his name now, but, I do recall

that his fellow residents hacked out bits of the fibro wall

splattered with his blood and brains

to keep for Souvenirs.

On Television you always see someone dying

whose passing leaves a whole community

shattered and shaken for years.

(A seemingly bottomless well watered

with self-indulgent tears.)


But sometimes there are those other deaths,

you know..The ones that sort of

make you want to smile.

Like the joyous day that hulking,

useless jerk called “Junkie Dave”

took the opportunity

to jump off a chair

with a rope ’round his neck.

A thieving, lying, bullying Leech,

he liked to prey on gullible girls

naïve enough to believe his hard luck tales

long enough to be completely ripped off

and fucked over.

A brooding, self-pitying narcissist,

& cynical to the core,

he burnt and betrayed

every fool who ever tried

to help or befriend or defend him.

In the end I publickly Cursed him

and subsequently he broke down 

completely into madness & despair

and hung himself a short time later,

in a sordid, squalid flat,

abandoned by all, the dingy walls

covered with his last demented scrawls.

The ambulance guys, funnily enough, found him

still swinging, with a last cigarette

some joker had jammed

between his cold and lifeless fingers,

burnt down to the bone.

Now at the time, I won’t diguise

I gloated gladly at the demise

of this Deadbeat whom I truly did despise.

But now, of course, years later,

now I’m older and wiser,

when I stop to reconsider

I realise..

Ye Gods!  It still

 feels good to know

that evil Creep has croaked!

Well, perhaps I’m just not a nice person,

But I’ll tell you this for certain, kids,

coz I hate Hypocrisy,

There’s nothing that makes you feel better,

than having a dead Enemy.




The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet,

President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc,

and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists

AND the Church of the Universe.

Safe when used as directed by a Physician.



~ by reverendhellfire on March 25, 2018.

2 Responses to “TIMES BLOODY HAMMER (reduX)”

  1. Brilliant write. Kinda hideously compelling.

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