Issue 22 - 1992

Coe Review • Issue 22
Arbuckle belches, the grey faded dragon on his belly is set into
motion
sliding from his right sagging pierced nipple to the bottom of his
waist where
the head of the beast is left smoldering over the
cracking leather sable gun holster which is
hog tied around his gut with
an American made degreased SoftTail drive chain
You keep flinchin’ boy i’ll put another notch on this and
i’ll mess up the tits on the tat fer free.
shoving back the vertical handle of the 1920’s style dentist chair
which
contorts Roy into a position that only birthing mothers are permitted
to experience,
Arbuckle finds a more lucrative angle
a perspective where he is eternally chiseled into Roy’s arm as
side way razors slide.
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