|03-10-2013, 02:58 PM||#1|
Join Date: Mar 2006
I had a six pack once but then the fat grew in,
like moss over the body of a doe.
I swear to the forest creatures I existed before my beard.
but they just keep eating grass with glass eyes
that I want to poke at to hear what sound my fingernails make,
but I donít want to betray my moral culpability
to love all things.
so i take the scripture literally;
and with corduroys on my ankles,
spread my seed into the pine-needles
hoping to make them live again,
to ensure that the womb of my creations
outpaces the receding of my hair and skin
but endorphins are no match for the pornography guilt
of seeing the nakedness of a rotting corpse
new colors quilted, new bodies grafted
new moon over arcadia.
and when the punch comes,
at least i have enough fat to absorb it.
|03-10-2013, 11:03 PM||#2|
mon titre d'utilisateur
Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: In the bucket at the end of time.
Hmmmm. Sardonic and morbid? I like.
"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching
|03-11-2013, 02:05 AM||#3|
Official UG Thread Judge
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Madison, Wisconsin
I've got nothing bad to say. Pretty rad stuff, man.
Affordable S-Type Kill List:
Fender Stratocaster (X), G&l Legacy (X), Fender Nashville Tele (X), Charvel San Dimas (X), Fret-King Super 60 (o), Reverend Six Gun (o), Godin Progression (o), Dean Zelinksy Tagliare (o), Tokai Springysound (o)