My Favorite Killer

Dearest ones,
I wrote this little affair for an old buddy of mine to use, but he never did. So, I have taken it's reins back and am giving it to you now. I know the name gives it away a bit, but it's about that murderous fellow we all know and love, Ted Bundy. He is my favorite serial killer, in case you were curious. I don't know what it is about him that I like so much, but he rises like a titian in many of my poems and stories.
Maybe it's something about a bad boy that a quiet gal like me just can't resist......Y'know if you look past the rape and brutal bodily gougings.....

Ted Bundy BBQ


Those ladies in their Ionian death gowns,
I imagine they called to you,
singing the street number
of the lurid hellgates.
For you, the horns of reason
are velvet-muted.
You can talk talk talk
but it dilly-dallys in dead ears.
You slapped their footsoles,
smiling your million
and half-dollar smile
and you can howl
"Hell damn it all!",
you can wax lachrymose
up and down the highways and byways
but you must know, Spawn of Hate,
that the love of Justice is unanimous
and the worlds around you know it;
they know it well.