Eating
we are feeding today
on the bones of ancestors
and the wings of angels
we are feasting at the table
of guests
who have left the abode
drinking the wine of tears
shed for us
by those in the past
who saw the future
we are all forked
spooning out our love
cutting the bread of days
with a knife of impatience
we are grilling our eyes
with the sights of our world
tell the chef that the meal
is burning
please pass me the salt
that i may pour it into the wound
which also functions
as my mouth
djones 3/23/07
we are feeding today
on the bones of ancestors
and the wings of angels
we are feasting at the table
of guests
who have left the abode
drinking the wine of tears
shed for us
by those in the past
who saw the future
we are all forked
spooning out our love
cutting the bread of days
with a knife of impatience
we are grilling our eyes
with the sights of our world
tell the chef that the meal
is burning
please pass me the salt
that i may pour it into the wound
which also functions
as my mouth
djones 3/23/07
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Re: eating...a poem of our times...
Tue, April 3, 2007 - 11:39 AMIs that truly bad? I'm thinking that although it is jaded, it isn't bad poetry... -
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Re: eating...a poem of our times...
Tue, April 3, 2007 - 11:43 AMHmm...it does appear to be scattered far and wide on tribe. Are you working on poems here and there? -
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Re: eating...a poem of our times...
Tue, April 3, 2007 - 1:16 PMyes...and i will post a bad poem after i get back from work...gotta get dressed now and go make money... -
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Re: eating...a poem of our times...
Tue, April 3, 2007 - 2:17 PMBad
is like your pouty butthole
spitting pesto remnants
Spanish tile salmonella
fishguts; a pile of dead beerflies
a carpet of chili verde
ramshackled across my dharma
larval wriggling
an evolving rat turd
a mexican jumping bean
the vendor
shakes his puppet by the bag.
he says it's fifty cents
and you
Fashionably insensitive
can't talk him down
Money is the evil of the world
Corporate greed!
Hallyberton! Nike!
Where are my ruby slippers? -
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Re: eating...a poem of our times...
Tue, April 3, 2007 - 11:50 PMFUCK YOU 13 TIMES
FUCK YOU
GRONOLA EATING
NUTS AND FLAKES
FEEDING OFF
MOMMY AND DADDY'S
CORPORATE ASSES
FUCK YOU
I'D RATHER EAT
LUMPY OATMEAL WITH
REAL BUTTER
AND BROWN SUGAR
AND GOD KNOWS
AIN'T NO BROWN SUGAR
ROUND THESE PARTS
JUST PURE
COCAINE WHITE
POWDERED SUGAR
BAD FOR THE TEETH
OF YOUR MANHOOD
FUCK YOU
YOU SHY AWAY
FROM AN ARGUMENT
LIKE A PUSSY FROM A HARD DICK
OR A HOUSE CAT
FROM A SEWER RAT
FUCK YOU
AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN
FUCK YOU
WITH YOUR TIE DYED
TIED UP DYED IN THE WOOL
PIECE OF SHIT CULTURE
FUCK YOU
YOU COULDN'T STAND
ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET
WITHOUT AN IDEOLOGICAL PROP
TO HOLD YOUR
SAGGING ASS UP
FUCK YOU
YOU FALL BACK
ON SOMETHING YOU READ
IN A BOOK
SOMEONE GAVE YOU
BECAUSE THEY HAD
NO OPINION OF
THEIR OWN
FUCK YOU
WITH YOUR INDECISIVE
CO-DEPENDENT, ALL ASSUMING
GENERALIZING, WIMPY
LUKE WARM ASSESSMENT
OF THE PRESENT DAY WORLD
FUCK YOU
A MAC-10 SHOULD BLOW
THAT SEMI-HIPPIE, YOUGHURT YUPPIE
CAFE COMMUNIST, SIDEWALK SOCIALIST LOOK
OFF YOUR FUCKING FACE
FUCK YOU
ALL YOUR FAGS AND DYKES
CAN KISS MY POLITICALLY
INCORRECT BLACK ASS
FUCK YOU
ALL THE HEART OF A HICCUP
AND THE SOUL
OF A GHOST
WHAT DO YOU KNOW
ABOUT LIVING
FUCK YOU
FUCK OFF AND DIE
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Re: eating...a poem of our times...
Wed, April 4, 2007 - 2:14 AM
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