eat your kill
if you kill something you eat it
trouble todaythese days was that very
few ate what they killed because they hadnt the stomach to kill to eat
they want
somebody else to kill so they could eat
whatever Ai killed hed eat
he was
a sucker for Asian dolls look how far hes come he didnt write Oriental dolls people had kneejerk reactions to his Oriental they didnt pause long enough to learn he also used Occidental
so what if she killed a
watermelon
the melon was cracked wide open
its innards exposed
hed seen cracked melons
hed seen brains exposed
hed prefer they were watermelonsprefer
to savor its cool sticky juices spitting their seeds playfully randomly
but that wasnt the case
but that wasnt the case
he collected dog tags
he wrote letters to their familiespeople
hed never met or seen to inform them of
their loved ones death their
circumstance
ought to sit down an try to write a letter like that
ought to sit down an try to write a letter like that
that was a sober to annihilate with liquor later
anif not liquor then whatever you could get your hands on
you needed the liquorthe whatever to sear the memoryto burn it beyond recognition so that when it bubbled up again into your consciousness an it would you couldnt recognise one horrible mess from another an homogenising the discrete making it indiscrete you save yourself
they werent to be saved
otherwise they would have been
an he had to let them become simple stone mileposts along the road of his life
Ai another hunk of melon please . . . all of her packed onto 1.60 m crazy
2325, Monday,
13 5. 19
1043, Twosday,
14 5. 19
The Low Anthem A Weary Horse Can Hide The Pain https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90Ssi-T28zg
No comments:
Post a Comment