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Thursday, November 27, 2003
Yekrut dna mah.
ate my turkey
it was raw
had some chewing
and chawed.
thought over the many things of weak and weary,
and all things that are the all,
and came upon the climatic claws
of bitten meat.
there was ham,
the pig's meat
which bled on my teeth.
there was turkey,
the turkey's meat
which bled on my teeth.
can anything taint too much?
can teeth be rotten sore,
shoulder-bourne, forlorn?
can you snuff life
with cuffing it in chains?
i tried to cuff my turkey
as i chewed his grains,
and i tried to snuff my rooster
as he cooed in his chains,
but all i found was that it was all the same.
after eating, my teeth rested on my tongue
and i was in my room, breathing a dead lung.
my breaths were alive, my reasons hung
and who is to dry tanned death as it sneers love?
on my bed i lie,
and on my heart i lied,
and in my brain, i conived
thinking over the most principle of all desires.
and when the urge came, and it was left,
all that was left was the barest of bones
sitting all around me, hugging me as i lied unclothed.
the principle of all emotion and of all coercion
is the one most known,
that the turkeys will sure squeal alone,
as they are slaughtered like pagans.
it is survival's ribs that holds it all,
and survival's ribs that echoes.
and in my mind, i imaged the most contrary contrare,
and wrote stories from my teeth
but to what end, and what need
is always there.
the turkeys died, feathers hair
and the most beautiful things
live without reasons but lies.
let us kill our turkeys,
and rape freedom's ovulation about our walls,
for there was never none of it all.
and so there in my room i fell asleep,
and so there i touched my chest, feeling its warmth
and so there in my room, i died no death,
and lived no less,
and felt the desires melt away.
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